#cthonymph

dragon’s dogma ii.

“ takes your breath away, doesn’t it ? ” it takes his. a never ending expanse of shifting colors and winds that captured his heart with ease. “ i could spend hours looking at it, you know ? and i suppose i did ! i’ve never felt more at peace. . . ”

until he was in the sky, but that’s an unfair comparison. ( tainted, too, when he lost the wind beneath his wings. but that was then, and this is now. ) 

Perhaps their anger was not in check despite their neutral tone. Perhaps it was their embarrassment at causing such a situation. Yet Chaos still could hardly accept such a possibility, even if there was such confidence from the Princess. Options to assist any attempt and a few words of wisdom along with affirmation were given although they held doubts. From monitoring everything, it did not seem so easy at all. With a brief shake of their head, the God leant forward and rested both arms against the stone flooring.

ordinary things that feel intimate.

a voice says that his feet have touched the ground for too long. go, it demands. go! spread your wings, and fly! there’s work to do, yeah? and it’s right. there’s plenty of work to do, but the moment he decides to do it is a moment too late. 

@cthonymph rests her head on his shoulder. ( exhaustion has settled deep, hasn’t it? he feels it, too. ) they should part ways – her to accomplish her task, and him to fend off the forces that try to plague the lands above. he doesn’t have the heart to move her, though.

unprompted.

he wishes confidence were like tinkering. it’d be so simple if he could hammer out a dent there, or resketch a flaw here. it isn’t, and he’s left looking like a fool. 

“ me ? ” he asks because he needs the time. a moment to think and piece together a response that wouldn’t sound absolutely horrid to @cthonymph’s ears. ( all he can hear is the rushing of wind and the crashing of waves and – ) he looks down with nothing more than a phantom grin on his face, saying, “ you know i’d love to, meli, but. . . ”

he’ll leave soon. spread his wings and return to skies above, and who knows when they’ll next see each other. does he really want to leave like this?

🐝  *  ―  𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

On a rock in a mausoleum, laid the former Prince of the Underworld, however, he was quite different from the cheerful man from his glory days. His hair was much longer and a messy beard covers his once-clean features. Though he was in a deep slumber, you could tell that his kind eyes got replaced by a much more tired gaze. Was this even the same Zagreus from years ago?

❛  are you okay? are you hurt?  ❜

A voice hit the slumbered god's ears, making him suddenly open his eyes and jump out of the bed, his hand extended, immediately summoning his trademark weapon, the Stygian Sword, though in a much poorer state than ever before, chipped and borderline rusting, clearly the blade hasn't had the care that it deserved, it's a shadow of its former self, much like his wielder.

Eyes widen as he sees the source from that voice was no Satyr, or an ally to Chronos, but a young woman, blond hair and wearing an orange dress, her most distinct trait was her green arm and her eyes-

Wait... her eyes... could it be?

His shoulders slouched down, dropping the sword, as if he just lost his last smidge of energy he had left to even lift the thing. Zagreus was simply staring at her with widened eyes.

"...Melly?"

The demigod's brain was just short-circuiting at that moment, he hasn't seen her ever since she was but an infant, and now she's a woman grown?!

How long has he been sleeping? What happened at the House of Hades, is Chronos still around? Hell, are the FATES?! What happened on Olympus, what happened to everyone?! Is Hypnos alright? Is Megaera? Is Thanatos? DUSA?!

There were so many questions running around Zagreus' mind, so much he also wanted to say to his sister he never got to see grow up. And yet... only one thing left his charred lips.

"Do you...

Do you...

" hey now, why the long face this time? "

he appears in a flash of feathers that scatter into glittering ash at her feet when the boon is accepted. he's near enough to visit her in person for now, darting to and fro along the fields of mourning.

" i guess i have caught you in a bad spot, considering the scenery. "

the language of thorns.

he should, but he won’t. he’s come too far to turn back, and the path melinoë walks isn’t his to take. “ can’t do that, meli. at least. . . not with you. ” 

oh, that sounds bad, doesn’t it? icarus’ face twists with embarrassment. “ not that i wouldn’t want to ! if i could, i would, but i need to do this on my own. i feel like i’m finally doing something. . . ”