"Don't you wish for forever?" Varius murmurs, grasping your hand in an almost desperate manner, "Ask me. Ask me to make you immortal and I will, love. I will."

"Nothing else will matter, it'll just be us," he pulls you closer to him, his locks of silver hair shining with gentle starlight. "Close your eyes," he presses a kiss to your brow, "wish."

"Don't be afriad."

Can you understand? He needs you. Stars, he's hopelessly, madly in love with you. He'd bend the heavens for you in a heartbeat.