#tenebraeos

“Not what I wouldexpect for intimate conversation, but you know,” he murmured. Forthe briefest of moments, his sharp canines were exposed as Ignis began toever-so slightly bite into his lower lip. 

                His strides are long and purposeful and his coat sways and there is something important, here. There is something seething, here. There is something living and breathing and dangerous and his hair stands on end, his teeth clench, his shoulders are stiff. An unhappy form. An unhappy man.

                  Something shifts and he pulls his blade: a compulsion. Silver slices through the darkness and he whirls, movements jagged and aggressive, face twisting into a scowl. His brows furrow. He bears his teeth. ( they had looked at him as if he were an animal and so he became their fear. )

              ❝ Show yourself, ❞ his voice is low, harsh. Disdain drips, saturates, poisons. It claws at his throat and he welcomes its familiar bite.  ❝ You cannot hide from me. ❞

        The  one  that  accompanies  Sylva  now  must  be  her  oldest.  Sylva  talked  about  them  often  in  her  letters;  so  there’s  already  a  sense  of  familiarity  there  that  has  Aulea  smiling—open  and  warm—at  the  boy.  

        Arms  reach  out,  pulling  the  Oracle  into  a  hug.  ❝It’s  good  to  see  you  again,  old  friend.  And  you,❞  she  turns  her  attention  to  the  boy,  releasing  Sylva  so  she  can  instead  crouch  to  his  level.  ❝Must  be  Ravus.  It’s  so  nice  to  finally  meet  you!  Your  mother  talks  a  great  deal  about  you,  did  you  know  that?❞

AS 2017 ENDS …