"Prince of Ashes would imply there are none left to rule; even if Avalon was reduced to cinders, all would still follow your namesake." Solon did not wish to think of a world in which Lusacan succeeded in tearing Avalon to nothingness, but indeed the dreaded dragon of the Night was so close to achieving their dark aspirations that Solon could only look towards a future where Light would prevail despite. Avalon had not been his true home for some time, he'd made many dwellings along the way, and he hoped to inspire many elvhen with this idea; that their core beliefs could not be singed and burned much like their home may come to be.
The Avalonian prince had always proven to be far more brazen than the pink dragon - settled in his feelings, often displaced and lost within them - but as the prince spoke of an idea, even then, Solon almost foolishly spoke in question of it before Ikaros' lips were upon his. A softness in which the pink dragon was unfamiliar with, something foreign to him, but something which pulled at the very fringes of his marred soul. He wanted more - and he hadn't wanted for anything in so long, a creature normally forged of sacrifice, absent of gluttony. Still, he did not wish to abstain and his lips parted as though their souls would bleed into one another, as if when the prince was truly gone, that fragments of this moment would still remain.
"Would they? Or is that the pride of a dragon speaking?" Ikaros couldn't help his smile, something that he found came easily enough around Solon. It didn't feel like the light wished for him to be even remotely happy – nor did the future ever play out in pieces that he wished to see. Still, the prince pulled the other closer, like this moment wasn't one he'd seen, but planned to ensure it lasted – that he memorized every part he could before it ended.
He breathed a sigh against the other's lips, his hand coming up to rest on the back of Solon's neck, "I want you," he admitted finally, though an Elvhen could not lie – he knew how to circumvent the truth. He didn't wish to now, not with the pink dragon. Ever, perhaps, with someone that he'd let closer again. Ikaros had shied away from many things. The idea of soulbonding, the idea of any sort of connection, in the fear that one touch would send the oracle into the future, distant or near, and ruin all that happened in the present. "For as long as you'll let me."
















