He thought that nothing could have ever beat the sheer surprise and the slight acceleration of his bloodpusher when he saw a familiar vessel, a Pisces sign plain in vision.
Following the path of the gigantic ship, the waters part to allow it closer to Kronos's one -- making a safe board near his as they crossed the glowering fog and returned somewhere familiar only to him; from this point. as they traveled towards the imperial palace, a large plank is settled to allow some guards to cross the gap, stoic and quick as ever.
Meanwhile, Kronos Ampora stood on the main deck, watching the scene unfurl in anticipation; they were approaching him, and he allowed himself to close his eyes and exhale a small breath of relief. That everything was over, he was finally going back in his own timeline, to serve the rightful owner of it. Nothing in that moment, nothing mattered more than to finally settle fleet back where he belonged. Thus, he allowed himself to re-open violet hues, saluting the guards...
And found a pair of strong handcuffs clicking around his wrists.
Two guards staring at him, a chain linking his wrist swinging in the morning breeze, and a surreal position he found himself in suddendly left Kronos speechless, for the first time in perigees.
For a moment, he allowed disconcert and surprise to part his lips and wide his eyes for a centimeter in a vague, merely accennated protest at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation: he was Her Imperious Condenscension's lieutenant, certantly this was a poorly orchestrated joke on Her behalf, for sure. As much as she loved to tease him to break his stoic demeanor, Kronos was sure that in the bat of his eyes, the two guards would have smiled and took off the cuffs, reaffirming the sense of security that momentarily slipped in this moment. Just a prank, of course.
But the moment never came. The handcuff were still there. The guards were, pointlessly, trying to intimidate him with their gazes.
In a matter of an handful of seconds, he went from lieutenant to a cuffed prisoner.
It was like experiencing something out of his own body, his slender digits turning cold and numb before he flexed his hands to regain some sensibility on them, and his eyes closed again to allow him a moment of peace.
Before long, he was feeling like himself again -- even though he might have preferred not to. Back to his usual working attire.
The change that split surprise and coldness almost frightened the guards, now nervous and wondering if a pair of handcuffs could hold back the most lethal force in Her guards. The chain was fortunately too short to allow Kronos to strangle one of them (on purpose...?) -- and there was much more than a few murders at stake: even if he felt the strong impulse to do it, it would have seen as rebellion.
And he was loyal to the very core of himself.
The tiniest impulse still stood there, as stiff as him. This, hopefully, was the most humiliation he was going to get.
When one of the guards attempted to get his arm, he sidestepped them, and his cold mask fell on his face with the brutality of a guillotine: deep, dark violet eyes scanned them over with nothing but ice and indifference in them, his voice nothing short of a sharp blade.
''I know the way. I have not become senile during my absence.''
The inflection in his voice let them knew that they were nothing but lowly trash, pride hitting the poor guards right across the face as he began to walk down, towards cristaline land, almost leaving them behind.
The old Kronos Ampora was there again, even if in handcuffs and treated as a specimen rather than a welcoming parade. Not that it mattered much to him.
All he wanted was to be back.
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