#holy everything

The way he stomps off. 😍 Chills.

To this...

To this.

Dynasty decapitaded You just might see a ghost tonight

And if you don’t know now you know

Insanity, thy name is inspiration (and I know who to blame).

He awaited until the quarters were silent and everyone in it asleep, which was around and hour or two. Patience had rarely been his strength but the bigger prize was worth it. He guessed neither Lillandril nor Rialas would know of these escapades, since they hadn’t said anything. So as silent as mist, Saufinril got out of the bed, got dressed and climbed out of the window, carefully getting up on the rooftop and sitting at the edge, letting his feet dangle, barefoot, and looked out beyond the horizon for a bit. Somehow there was a thrill in looking at the dark jungle, guessing what was lurking beyond it. They were just a black blob ahead, intensely glaring back at him. Beautiful as they were dangerous.

Then he looked at the sky, with the explosion of lights that were the stars, the constellations, the streaks of blue and purple dotted with specks of white here and there, the infinity beyond him, making him feel both so small and so full of a big, beautiful element he couldn’t put his finger on. But it made him feel invincible. Bigger than life. He slowly laid back, watching the stars, still as can be. As if, by moving, he’d scare the astros.

This felt similar to home. It always was, it was the main reason he was in the roof at night. He’d discovered that on nights when he couldn’t sleep, when he’d miss the isles, his home, his brother, his friends, his mother, his culture, coming up here was soothing. It was comforting to see the same stars he could see back then (at least, he guessed they were). The night sky was the one thing that didn’t seem to have been tainted, or changed, or gotten old and magic-less. It remained being the same blanket of diamonds that still enraptured him.

One look back up was all it took to ground him back to this moment (he hadn’t realized his gaze had wandered to the jungle again), along with a chilly air current. He wiggled his toes and then rubbed one foot with the other to warm them up. Or maybe it was mere reflexes. He figured that as long as another gust of wind didn’t come, he could perfectly stay up there, since otherwise some warmth remained in the air from the Elden Root heat during the day. He rubbed his arms in order to lower how his skin had risen from the cold, then extended them and let them rest on the roof. Some fireflies flew around, probably coming from the wilderness, decorating Saufinril’s surroundings with their yellow light.