For one knocked unconscious and left at the edge of all-devouring darkness, he's quick to stand, yet not quick to flee.
...Given.
Discarded, they consider again.
Echoes of familiar, familiar, familiar rise and the darkness roils, rises, does not scream, cannot, but calls.
return, come home, the darkness is welcome, the Light is not; be free, come and rest, eddies of stained regrets of a body slumped in a lighthouse finally doused--
The Knight nudges their Siblings away. They can rest, they should. Not all who find the edge of this prison must. There is choice allowed to flee from the dark...even if this bug seems either too brave or foolhardy to try.
No obvious wounds, they belatedly note.
The Lord of Shades considers options. Sink back to rest, forget this happened--except they wouldn't, their curiosity of him and the world further has cut their half-slumber short already. Devour and drown for a moment of Sibling-satisfaction they know better than to entertain. Lash out and make flee, to get him out of the way, but still leave them with wondering.
A shining geo-cache right down a narrow tunnel, innocent and so screamingly obvious an ambush.
They understand the arrogance of their own next thought: if there's attack, they might as well give this one a chance.
The Abyss is a difficult place for a discussion. The Lord of Shades is a difficult being to discuss with. The ledge is a poor choice for battle.
A colossal hand reaches out, claws curling loosely, to again nudge him back.
no subject
...Given.
Discarded, they consider again.
Echoes of familiar, familiar, familiar rise and the darkness roils, rises, does not scream, cannot, but calls.
return, come home, the darkness is welcome, the Light is not; be free, come and rest, eddies of stained regrets of a body slumped in a lighthouse finally doused--
The Knight nudges their Siblings away. They can rest, they should. Not all who find the edge of this prison must. There is choice allowed to flee from the dark...even if this bug seems either too brave or foolhardy to try.
No obvious wounds, they belatedly note.
The Lord of Shades considers options. Sink back to rest, forget this happened--except they wouldn't, their curiosity of him and the world further has cut their half-slumber short already. Devour and drown for a moment of Sibling-satisfaction they know better than to entertain. Lash out and make flee, to get him out of the way, but still leave them with wondering.
A shining geo-cache right down a narrow tunnel, innocent and so screamingly obvious an ambush.
They understand the arrogance of their own next thought: if there's attack, they might as well give this one a chance.
The Abyss is a difficult place for a discussion. The Lord of Shades is a difficult being to discuss with. The ledge is a poor choice for battle.
A colossal hand reaches out, claws curling loosely, to again nudge him back.