Luxanna and Darius　一　 @psielapki throws herself into his arms. 💙
　　Blood-soaked, strokes and splatters and rivulets upon one another until the white and blue beneath are almost a memory. He can never forget who he is, despite it all. Beneath all the grime and blood, indigo brushstrokes plainly describe him ; strength drawn in bold strokes, stripes earnt by being who he was.　Strong.　Strong like an inevitability. Stronger than death and hell. It's simple to him, being strong and using his strength, to know what he wants and to fight for it. He's always had the ability to see the speck of light waiting in the distant darkness and to carve his path to it. Rend and rip and hack and crush -- whatever it takes to return.
　　Return to this.
His arms engulf the rabbit jumping into them. His large form doesn't flinch, it's sturdily planted into the earth, a stone for Lux to rely on. A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest, pleased, affectionate. He's like a behemoth cradling something as frail as a porcelain cup -- Lux is so small and feather light in his embrace, so easy to lift. Only she knows how gentle and soothing his scarred arms can be.
Moments pass and he keeps holding on, pressing Lux's form against his, smelling her, remembering all the little things he'd forgotten. Yet, he doesn't indulge. Much awaits now that he's returned. The worst is over. He has returned and there's time make up for what he'd lost.
Gently, he lowers Lux. A hand lingers on her shoulder and he looks at her, drinks in all that he can see of her, and an old, familiar warmth blazes alive in his gaze.　What a strong leader.　What an incredible woman.　All he says is,　" You took care of everyone. "
It's always like this with him -- actions rather than words. Poetry has never been fit for war, cannot crush his enemies nor provide for his people. There are times when speaking what can be felt is necessary, but it's not now. Shoulders square then, and he regards her, leader to another.　" We better go. They're waiting. "　A smile quips the corner of his mouth ; they are like a king and queen reunited, ready to build their kingdom back together from its scattered shards.
