#wickedroots

sun had a lot to think about. namely, his entire world shattering. and he had a lot of feelings, too. he had anger simmering beneath his veins and daring to bubble out but he knew that now was not the time nor the place. it’s always his instinct to protect everybody else, but with the divide it was especially intense. that’s how it’d been since he first saw him, really. maybe it was fate. or maybe it was the fact that everything in his body told sun that this man — who looked fragile and tired and pieced back together by sheer will alone — was in the most danger anyone had ever been in their life. 

on some level, that scared sun. but mostly it filled him with the need to make sure that he was okay. that he was watched after, and cared for. that no harm came to him. he knew that the elders directly told him not to, but at this point he doesn’t really give a fuck. they let a child be abused and tortured for seemingly no reason and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t fix their mistakes. 

so, he wasn’t going to get angry. not with the elders, not with himself. he was going to be calm. because he didn’t want to scare his new charge, and he wanted to stay on earth for as long as possible and if he pisses off the elders they’ll yank him out the first chance that they get. he has to be smart about it if he wants to get any information out of them, so for now he’ll settle with a quiet anger and a brimming frustration. he’ll settle for his quiet existential crisis and the uncomfortable weight in his chest. as long as it means he gets to keep the divide safe. 

and then, he speaks, interrupting sun from his inner monologue. he introduces himself as talon and sun can finally stop calling him the divide in his head, because honestly it sounds kind of dramatic, and a little prophetic. talon, however, feels strong. it’s fitting, and sun quite likes it.