Sometimes, in these fleeting moments when they are standing in the meadow, she almost forgets who he is – what he has become. Here, where he is just storm-gray and watching her with wine-red eyes, she remembers him most as the Forsaken Valley king; intimidating, and always possessing the strongest magic of anyone, but still the closest to mortal that she has ever known him to be. She can almost forget the dark god he has become; she can almost forget that the power that he wields is unparalleled. If she had needed a reason to let her guard down, his deceptively harmless appearance and mannerisms would have lured her in.
But for him, her guard is always down, even when the weight of what he is comes back to her.
Even though he has blinded her and drowned her, marked her and branded her, she somehow remains willing.
Maybe she does worship him, in her own peculiar way.
She follows his gaze upwards, where the sky was fading into night. “To the stars?” She doesn’t hide her confusion, and it reflects in the darkness of her eyes when she looks back at him. Her heart again flutters nervously against the delicate cage of her ribs, and she can feel her pulse rise to a hum in her throat. She was always completely at his mercy, but something about leaving here entirely created a new level of vulnerability for her.
And it makes her afraid, but still not in the normal sense.
“I’ll go,” she says, because she would never tell him no.
And, because she is already wondering if dying amongst the stars feels the same as every time she has died down here.
@[Carnage]