The Eastern Balcony

His heart picked up a beat like it always did then she was near him. He hoped she didn't hear him, heck, He couldn't even scence her coming he was lost in his thoughts. He breathed in and out gently. ''I'm getting old.'' He told her the truth. His fingers would them to interlock with his apart from his fist one. Whats was happening to him? Lossing his powers? Their was no surprise there if he did, both of his parents did. ''five hundred and three..'' He states his age.

Elena closed her eyes then moved so she was in front of Madara and hugging him gently. "Thats not so bad, Madara. We all will still love you no matter how old you are." She told him silently as if she was whispering to his heart. Elena kept her eyes closed when she spoke and while hugging Madara, she didnt want to let him go.

Madara hand what was in the fist-the one with the scare- gently rests on the back of Elena's head. ''Remember my mother?'' He asked his lover, His mother died looking he true age, her power was over youth, Madara didn't have that power. He had power over death, All ways forced to relive, which he was forever grateful for.
It was hard form him, to tell Elena Straight out, he hated beating around the bush.. but he had too.

"Yes, I remember your mother, I remember her very clearly. She was such a nice woman, I just wish I could have known her more." Elena told Madara with her soft and soothing tone.

''I meant how she died.'' He said pointing out the women's death. The women was his loving mother. His scared hand was playing with the back tips of Elena's hair gently.

Elena slightly frowned when she heard Madara ask if Elena had remembered how Bellatrix had died. A few tears had actually fallen from her eyes as she thought of how his mother looked on her death bed and her screams echoed throughout Elena's memory. "Yeah. I remember that too." Elena had said back to Madara with a quiet sniffle full of sadness.