#skydarkin

“i am confused. are you not always this small?”

@skydarkin​ asked:  “ the gods have abandoned you ” vindictive suggestions: accepting

THE NIGHT SKY HAD LONG SINCE DARKENED, Shurima’s stars blotted out by the roiling clouds of war. Chill air sang across bare skin, and the palace sands shifted about their marble corridors, silent as the death that had fallen here. It was in ruins now, forgotten to time and the stains of blood long since washed away but he could see each encounter as clear as day, some memories more vivid than others. Claws rest atop what was once an ornate table, dusting away years of grime and disgust to reveal the carvings between it’s golden panels... runes that were as familiar to him as breathing. Varus only regards them with contempt now. 

He fixes his gaze towards his charge then, bow clutched taught in his hand. Kai and Valmar are always silent within the World Ender’s presence... almost frightened, and he is thankful for it. It allows him to slip into his old role with gratuitous ease, mortal bindings forgotten and replaced with the cold misery of his torment. But they were no longer alone... and that was what mattered.

             “ No... ” His knee sinks into the sand, bow laid upon the shifting Earth. He lowers his head, silken tresses dusting along the floor and the bend of his spine obvious as he prostrates himself before him - before once more raising his gaze. Bright white colludes with fevered crimson, and he bares his teeth in response. 

Maybe the giant demon had something profound to say. Maybe he was even a little right. But that was not for Sona to say, literally or otherwise.

     ❛ NO?! I’m an adult man, I ain’t a rabbit or whatever! Ke'nak, balas Rakan fevir naba su.

       Spirits alive. People these days. ❜