Any Light is nothing, in the face of the Void; the brightest, the most recent that burned are lost ashes torn apart and buried in an endless sea.
But the Void remembers when this was not the case. Siblings many remember. Lost Knight recalled, returned remembers. Twisted roots of focus and will lash together. Claws, not paws. Face, not mask.
The Lord of Shades may rest, but they will not be sealed again.
When the Void rises to reach the top (easily, so easily, sparks of fury and glee alike that this is possible, not a one can fall and shatter even if they try), the bug on the platform is, at first, ignored.
A massive hand reaches over it and feels along the exit; there is something lingering, familiar. Fading Light imprinted, but not of the old commanding Voice, nor ancient-new screaming fury.
The Knight comes fully to forefront. Whatever was here is gone. The way out is not sealed, or attempted to be such by a fool. These important facts determined, the Lord of Shades turns attention to the fallen figure on the platform.
A flash of outrage and dark humor--perhaps this one is dead, another body intended to disappear into the dark. No, arcing above and peering closer shows that there's still breath left.
This one may yet be dying, though. Parts of them wishes to disappear again to rest, but if it's true--if it's true, perhaps things have changed more than they thought, in meantime. They hadn't intended to abandon the world above, as cowards before had, only rest. But for someone to even try disposing a body, rather then leaving it where it fell, indicates some form of fear for such a discovery...and foolishness...and any presence at all, in the empty and unsettling Ancient Basin.
Perhaps. Their imagination is wilder than it used to be, they've noticed in their snatches of being awake.
A curious traveller more likely. Lost and finding a sign of something, only to pass out in presence of so much Void.
Hm.
The edge of a claw the length of Grimm's body bumps against his side. Wounds should be checked for before they try bringing the shell somewhere marginally safer.
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Date: 2023-09-21 02:36 pm (UTC)--For a moment, only.
Any Light is nothing, in the face of the Void; the brightest, the most recent that burned are lost ashes torn apart and buried in an endless sea.
But the Void remembers when this was not the case. Siblings many remember. Lost Knight recalled, returned remembers. Twisted roots of focus and will lash together. Claws, not paws. Face, not mask.
The Lord of Shades may rest, but they will not be sealed again.
When the Void rises to reach the top (easily, so easily, sparks of fury and glee alike that this is possible, not a one can fall and shatter even if they try), the bug on the platform is, at first, ignored.
A massive hand reaches over it and feels along the exit; there is something lingering, familiar. Fading Light imprinted, but not of the old commanding Voice, nor ancient-new screaming fury.
The Knight comes fully to forefront. Whatever was here is gone. The way out is not sealed, or attempted to be such by a fool. These important facts determined, the Lord of Shades turns attention to the fallen figure on the platform.
A flash of outrage and dark humor--perhaps this one is dead, another body intended to disappear into the dark. No, arcing above and peering closer shows that there's still breath left.
This one may yet be dying, though. Parts of them wishes to disappear again to rest, but if it's true--if it's true, perhaps things have changed more than they thought, in meantime. They hadn't intended to abandon the world above, as cowards before had, only rest. But for someone to even try disposing a body, rather then leaving it where it fell, indicates some form of fear for such a discovery...and foolishness...and any presence at all, in the empty and unsettling Ancient Basin.
Perhaps. Their imagination is wilder than it used to be, they've noticed in their snatches of being awake.
A curious traveller more likely. Lost and finding a sign of something, only to pass out in presence of so much Void.
Hm.
The edge of a claw the length of Grimm's body bumps against his side. Wounds should be checked for before they try bringing the shell somewhere marginally safer.