CrownS
Crowns fears what his magic can do, if he’s entirely honest, and there is always a chance that he will not find himself where he intended to go. Something in the core of him knows he could accidentally become one with the perfect dark that fills the gaps between the stars. When they arrive in Tephra, he exhales and it tastes like the perfect cold of that place. He does not confess that he and Reign almost learned a very important lesson.
Instead, he focuses on the next steps to his plan.
He watches as sheer delight chases the dark from the marrow in his bones, as Sabbath takes her daughter up in an embrace. She had always held him too tight before he slept and he knew it was because she missed Reign, because she had lost so much in her life already. Her regrets flowed from her heart so easily that he knows the sound of its footsteps across the den floor without ever looking. His dark ears turn forward as he listens and their mother carefully grooms the locks of her mane. There is so much time to make up for, so many memories to create.
His ocean eyes drift to his mother. She traces her tongue over her fangs as she fights to keep her rage from boiling over. It was so easy to be angry, to hate whatever tore their family apart, but the inferno of her wrath has no place in this moment.
“If anyone comes for you, I will destroy even the memory of their existence,” she promises as she presses a kiss to Reign’s brow. Crowns shifts uneasily as his secrets weigh heavy on his mind. Would their mother be angry if he knew he was a magician, the very thing she hates most of all? Would she find relief in his ability to keep them all safe?
Could he keep them all safe?
He chooses to be silent instead of making promises he might not keep. Instead, he steps closer and settles in beside his long lost sister.
“If Tarnished steps foot in Tephra again, I will kill him on sight,” she whispers gently, but the ravenous hellfire in her heart comes spilling out in her tone. She will not spare his life as she did Gospel. Her love has festered to hatred, just as it did for Eight. Just as it did for Vulgaris. There is nothing left of her that would nurse this pestilence back to anything whole.
Instead, he focuses on the next steps to his plan.
He watches as sheer delight chases the dark from the marrow in his bones, as Sabbath takes her daughter up in an embrace. She had always held him too tight before he slept and he knew it was because she missed Reign, because she had lost so much in her life already. Her regrets flowed from her heart so easily that he knows the sound of its footsteps across the den floor without ever looking. His dark ears turn forward as he listens and their mother carefully grooms the locks of her mane. There is so much time to make up for, so many memories to create.
His ocean eyes drift to his mother. She traces her tongue over her fangs as she fights to keep her rage from boiling over. It was so easy to be angry, to hate whatever tore their family apart, but the inferno of her wrath has no place in this moment.
“If anyone comes for you, I will destroy even the memory of their existence,” she promises as she presses a kiss to Reign’s brow. Crowns shifts uneasily as his secrets weigh heavy on his mind. Would their mother be angry if he knew he was a magician, the very thing she hates most of all? Would she find relief in his ability to keep them all safe?
Could he keep them all safe?
He chooses to be silent instead of making promises he might not keep. Instead, he steps closer and settles in beside his long lost sister.
“If Tarnished steps foot in Tephra again, I will kill him on sight,” she whispers gently, but the ravenous hellfire in her heart comes spilling out in her tone. She will not spare his life as she did Gospel. Her love has festered to hatred, just as it did for Eight. Just as it did for Vulgaris. There is nothing left of her that would nurse this pestilence back to anything whole.