#thra.

“It could’ve been worse Kylan. Trust me. Oi’m jus glad I left when I did. There’s nothing tha’ y’ could’ve done. If y’ had been there when it happened. By Thra’s name it would’ve been awful. All of them, gone under a single night. And I hid loike a cohwad.” Drake said biting into his cheese trying his hardest to pass off the memory. But he could hear their screams as one by one they were either slaughtered or drained. Most of them drained of their essence. Drake didn’t question a thing. He believed that it were a simple raid against their lords for not treating them right or something. Gelfling kind too. They treated him like an outcast not even bothering to think of the ones who saw Drake equally like Kylan. One of the few Gelfling he could really connect with. Drake smirked. “Between you n’ me, I wasn’ really alone. I guess the Skeksis were technically m’ only friends. Buh’ I guess friend’s don’ use each othah, huh?” He sighs  “I love life here, Kylan. B’fore I was here, I lived inna really terrible place that did really terrible things t’ me. There was nothing for me back home. No magic, no exquisite creatures loike the ones in Thra. It was jus...us. We’re really th’ only kind tha’ could talk.” 

“Sorry Oi’m nah using proper formalities, m’lord.” A hint of distaste upon meeting the Skeksis. Memories consume of the lies, and the fake friendship they poised to him. A nine year old who discovered a fantasy world. A nine year old who had lost everything, only to lose more in a naive existence that he lived. A child who had desired some sort of friendship after experiencing nothing but hostility, even going as far as to quickly accept the gracious hand of food, shelter, knowledge. Drake being treated like he were a guest there. But, it was all in the name of selfish use. And when his purpose was over? He would’ve been killed the same no less. He were twelve now, and a bigger man then he was before. Drake being apart of the seas, apart of the Sifa. Hell, he’d consider himself Sifa too if he could boast. Drake adjusted his vest that he had recently fitted onto him. It felt natural. Accepting a new vision of himself. Standing tall he eyes down the other. 

The Last Unicorn Starters (1982) Starters

In Drake’s Thra verse, Drake DOESN’T trust Gelfling, as the ones he’s been used to being ridiculed or shunned for about 2-3 years have made him feel like shit for just existing since Castle soldiers/guards egos were pretty in of themselves thinking they were just there to guard their lords and not some freak alien that shown up one day. It’s possible they felt like they were getting shown up because the alien could do “magic” or “connect with thra better” or something of that sort. It were mainly jealousy that made them spite Drake, which is why when Drake found out that the Gelfling attacked the lords of the crystal, Drake thought for a moment that they deserved it since he saw them as egotistical assholes who done nothing to show friendship to Drake.

HURT/COMFORT SENTENCE STARTERS

They weren’t just “nightmares” They’re memories. Memories of a time before he came to Thra. A time before everything happened. He’s never told Kylan this, a individual who he thought would be afraid of Drake what he were capable of. He’s not told Kylan of what his world was like before Thra. Yet felt the need to say just something. Drake leaned his body into Kylan’s chest to embrace him into a comforting hug. Quiet crying could only be said. These memories, no matter how old they grew, no matter where Drake is. He will always be the one who caused his own downfall. A blame he guilted himself for so long now.