#deacruor

“ such a dour,  dreary sentiment,  “  amusement weighs ‘pon his voice,  warm and lilting like the flicker of a flame.   such a human sentiment,  he thinks,  but does not say.  with the passing of time ( days, weeks, months, decades, eons ), confined to these mortal shells as they have been,  new memories mingling with old,  he too finds it more and more difficult to simply let go of who he was to remember who he is.  would that he could free them from these constraints,  this primitive and fleshy prison,  turn their back on this world and return to the sky.  

but lo’ it takes but one look ‘pon her fair features to remind why he chose this path: the sweetness of her smile and the soft gleam of her eyes, the kindness of her touch to warn what he could lose were he to renounce this mortal body. no matter the endless drudgery of lifetimes that pass 'fore their reunion, the oblivion coupled with it,  the cruelly short span of the time they do have compared to the eternities already lived, it is worth it to see the recognition and adoration in her eyes when memory returns. it is worth it to remember his own love for her: luna,  nechbet,  sin,  utukku,  selene;  his sister, his softer half, his kinder side. it is worth being able to walk the same ground, to stand in her company, to bask in her ethereal glow and take it for the privilege he's been granted;  one that would never have been, had they remained as they had been.

a smile glides over his features growing in radiance like the rising sun over the cusp of mountains----- where axel ceases to exist, helios begins, filling skin to the brim almost fit to burst. 

❛  you wanna go out to see th’ sylleblossoms before they close up for autumn? i already got an okay for you to go out, if you felt like it. i figure you’d wanna see’em at least one more time before next year.   ❜

sanae adores lunafreya-  to the point that it’s become a divide between guiding her path as the oracle and wanting her to find her own happiness. he knows that deep down this wasn’t the path she wanted though she follows in her mothers footsteps. high honor or not, to walk the path of being the oracle is not an easy one; likewise it’s difficult to not want to protect her from the evils of the world and take her under his ‘wing’. how he handles not being able to coddle her too much is he generally lets her make her own decisions but if he notices something is sitting wrong on her conscious, he will go and sit with her and let her speak her mind without judgement. at this point he cares a little too much to be indifferent.... though if this emotion for him ties back to his loyalty to the goddess or if its because hes practically helped raise her; he doesn’t quite understand himself. 

in the end, all he wants is her to find happiness in some way.

❛  love has killed more than any disease or war. it’s indiscriminate and strikes right at the core; an’ though it may be selfish, it’s also the most powerful.  ❜    the older man takes a cup down from the counter, beginning to pour coffee into the cup while speaking. ❛  it takes many forms with no one variety- often times even overlapping because there are different kinds of love. you can love your family, love a friend, love a partner and a pet. you can love the planet and nature and it all be different.  ❜

with that, the man walks over to the table and sets down a cup of coffee for the other.   ❛  and in love comes devotion. an even more intense type of love. infallible in it’s own right. i like to believe that it is better to have love- be it a person or a god than to have gone without it. you find those you are willing to protect in those moment.  ❜

taking a seat, across from his patron oracle offering a smile. ❛  think i’ve grown to be a better man by loving you in my own way- albeit selflessly. if anyone dare hurt you, i would not hesitate to hunt down the culprit because love has us act for the interest of those we care for. even if it isn’t always right or rational. the heart can be in the right place.  ❜ with that he moves the coffee closer to her. 

     HIS VIGILS WERE USUALLY LONELY. and long. but, they were important. an important part of his job was to watch over the oracle and the chosen, ensure that they would be there when the time came for them to save the rest of the world. gentiana did most of the protecting when it came to the oracle, but she had other jobs to do, and an extra pair of eyes never hurt.

     and so, there he sat, legs crossed and leaning back on his arms. he kept his back turned to where the oracle rested, granting her proper solitude–––– though he wasn’t even sure if she knew of his presence.

Silent fingers moved swiftly, harried in their execution, tinged hopeful in her understanding. Rankled evil sat ill in Víðarr’s gut, something black and poisonous drip-drip-dripping in the hard flesh of his belly. It snarled in the rise of hair at his nape, scratched ebon-arrow claws in the cold of his marrow, yet it balked at a name -- an unknown evil was no less a deadly foe than an enemy known, and Víðarr had no wish to see Selene, her second’s form or no, harmed. Palm upraised, his finger circled in the air once, his hand moving up to dart in a stern diagonal past his mouth.

‘Something is wrong, I can feel it.’