* LUX / SANCTA.

@necroarchy​ commanded: >:(. you're grounded.

@sunnsworn: SIR IM GOING TO NEED YOU TO PUT THE CROWN BACK ON         ↳  ❝ Hear me out here — have we considered letting me cavort around Azeroth a little while longer? ❞

Child of light argues, argues so brazenly, but oh she has seen so many argue before– protest, deny, but each and every one of them had been broken, welcomed then to the fold, to the truth they had so willingly blinded themselves to. In time he would learn, was learning, for had the radiant King not already chilled? Dimmed? 

But time would bear the greatest of all fruits, a price worth having, a prize above all others. Such was as He told.

“Petulant,” she tsks, for now was not yet time to reap the harvest for all she sees then beautiful cracks in him and how easy it had been to sow such seeds. “Of course not,” she agrees, congenial, disinterested, a viper coiled within bed of roses. “You will be so much more.” But not yet, not now, and she better than any knew the boons of well placed patience.

Still, it hardly eased her ire at such brazen attitude, for who was he to interfere? To make demands? A puppet whose strings were yet to be tied. Her gaze turned to object of his upset, her quarry already won. An piece to play his part, just as young King was. “Your Light is abandoning you, as it does all.” For that was the greatest lie of Light, wretched thing that it was, even as Anduin continued cling so desperately. 

How perilous. 

“This foolish whelp is playing his part. As all will. As you will.” Soon enough.

     Darkness wreathed Anduin, eyes flickering shut against the onslaught of her words, an augury he deplored. But the Light... oh, the Light in all its empyrean wonder, the Light whose flame danced in every life, the Light which dealt its hand in comfort, hope, and everlasting warmth ― where was it now to ignite his bones and chase away the sickening chill that plagued him?

     Your Light is abandoning you, as it does all. Her voice, a haunting echo.

     In the shadows lies our truth. Their voices, a chilling whisper.

     How severely it wounded him to stand at the precipice, watching the consecrated water slip through the cracks in his fingers and drip into the maw of menace until the trickle ran scarlet with lifeblood; his own, the thorns wrapped profusely around his heart, his throat, rending him spent for all that he ever was. Courage had masked fear. Resolution had overshadowed frustration. Perseverance snuffed grief. Hope blanketed loss.

     Yet every step into the light inevitably cast a greater shadow behind him.

     Desperation sank its teeth in nonetheless. Gauntlet clad hands wrapping around Shalamayne’s hilt, he cleaved the air before him, a sweeping blow that would connect with nothing ― save for the dimming incandescence in its hollow eye would glimmer ablaze in its finality, radiating outward in an arc to purge all that would stand in its path with a burst of holy inferno.

NOTE: there ARE spoilers for 9.1 below, so if you aren’t caught up with the storyline/Blizzcon’s reveals, I highly encourage not reading this until you are! I’m not going to tag it with my spoilers tag, so consider this your warning!

@terraforged​ inquired: Winter had swept in on frozen wings, a chill wind billowing from ocean and chasing in clouds fat in the sky as they painted the city white. The cold did not suit him. "Truly," he groused, wading through the awful stuff as he was well minded to melt the infernal stuff and be done with it. "I do not at all see what it is about this that you humans find so enchanting- but oh, I'm quite sure you were all too happy to frolic in it, no?" Lips curled, smile sharp in his amusement.

     ❝ Frolic? ❞ Light take his laughter beyond the overcast skies and further into the heavens! ❝ Perhaps I frolicked when I was younger, but I’d think it a slight to ascribe as much to a king! ❞ Smite him down for all that the words may be spoken into existence, the soft curve to Anduin’s lips would belie a truth most unbecoming of one of his station; would that he could, he’d surely tumble in the great drifts of snow that gathered at Stormwind’s walls once more, blissfully ignorant of the deep ache perturbing his bones. ❝ That said, I thought a lava-spewing dragon would be a little more impervious to the chill, hm? ❞

     As it was, his fur-trimmed cloak swept over the snow that accumulated on the cobblestone steps leading up to the keep with flakes still freshly falling, catching against the heavy cotton threads. It wasn’t until they were just through the maw of yawning stone and finding respite from the bitter draft that he paused, pulling the hood from his head to reveal a ruddiness to his cheeks, a smile that had not abated even as he shifted his weight from one leg to another in a chase for warmth.

     Even so, he cast a glance back to the splendors of winter. A seraphic curtain, the loveliest shade of purity, that would garner the ringing, joyous cries of children and complaints of the elderly in Stormwind’s streets ere long. Before driving them to their hearths, of course. ❝ Come now, Wrathion, ❞ he turned his attention back to the dragon, stripping his hands of their leather gloves and flexing his fingers, ❝ even you must admit that it’s a beautiful sight. Far better than plumes of smoke and ash, at the very least. ❞

     In spite of his jests and his appreciation for the snowfall, he would concede Wrathion one thing: it was harrowingly frigid. Anduin worked his fingers, his frosty breath against them a fruitless attempt, and knew they would want for heat for a while yet. Perhaps it was not a far conclusion for his mind to jump to, for his gaze to wander to Wrathion’s own hands with an itch settled deep in his marrow. Was that not their tale in years past of a broken boy and a dragon shirked by the world, finding solace in the warmth of an innocent touch?

     To vanquish the distance would be but a mere reach.

(Me? I’ll be in the corner sobbing about my goodest boy but it’s fine, everything’s fine, everything’s okay--)

My energy’s been going into other things including a writing project that’s not wow related, but I’ll be around later this week to indulge in some writing here and... admittedly, probably a small torrent of ooc posts to translate my tears into words ;^;