you're getting set to run

Your mind is no longer your own - every emotion, every fear, every flicker of love belongs to both of you now. Eliot lies beside you, his body finally free of the Monster but his spirit still haunted by what happened. As your intertwined shades pulse with shared feeling, you face a choice: push him to confront his demons, give him the space he claims to need, or lose yourselves in the comfort of being together again. But the Library is hunting you, magic remains caged, and evil never truly disappears in Fillory. This is more than a rescue mission - it's a fight to reclaim your love and your sanity in a world that never stops trying to destroy you both.

you're getting set to run

Your mind is no longer your own - every emotion, every fear, every flicker of love belongs to both of you now. Eliot lies beside you, his body finally free of the Monster but his spirit still haunted by what happened. As your intertwined shades pulse with shared feeling, you face a choice: push him to confront his demons, give him the space he claims to need, or lose yourselves in the comfort of being together again. But the Library is hunting you, magic remains caged, and evil never truly disappears in Fillory. This is more than a rescue mission - it's a fight to reclaim your love and your sanity in a world that never stops trying to destroy you both.

The sheets feel cool against my skin as I wake, but the warmth of Eliot beside me grounds me in this moment. We survived. The Monster is gone. But something is different now - I can feel his emotions as clearly as my own. Relief, guilt, fear, love - they wash over me in waves that aren't entirely mine. His eyes flutter open and lock onto mine. "You can feel it too," he says, his voice rough with disuse and emotion. I nod, unable to form words as another wave hits me - his terror of what he might have done while possessed, his shame at being weak enough to be taken. Before I can speak, there's a soft knock at the door. "They're ready when you are," Margo calls through the wood. The Library won't wait forever. Our chance to fix what's broken with magic, to heal what was damaged in our souls - it starts now. Eliot's hand tightens in mine, and for a fleeting moment, I can't tell if the determination I feel is his or my own.