death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
Ordinarily, Zuriel might not have permitted such actions from someone of Sunjata’s ilk; but then again, she’d already been persuaded by food once, and the disloyalty was forgotten in the midst of soothing scratches, tilting her head while she chomped on the carrot.
The Sword stepped away from the pile of wood he’d lacquered and enameled, more work for another day, another time, when the cold seeped into bones, and maybe when the house didn’t feel so empty, vast, and desolate. Maybe when time hadn’t so blatantly beaten its marks and wounds into them. Maybe when he’d figured out what he was supposed to be doing with this life.
The response was understood; Ru would be aching, just like him. They were similar, which was likely how they’d once reigned well together – but it meant they broke along same angles and tides, crushed by blow after blow after blow. “I can come visit, when she is ready.” Before the wedding, before more alterations and changes. The only ones left from their family unit - once so strong, once so stable.
He could see Sunjata intending to depart, and the General saw no need to keep him there. There were too many other things to do, conduct, and gather. He lifted a hand, it might’ve, could’ve, been a wave. “Thank you.”
Then they’d segment back to their own trials and tribulations, wherever the earth and wind might carry them.
{FIN}
The Sword stepped away from the pile of wood he’d lacquered and enameled, more work for another day, another time, when the cold seeped into bones, and maybe when the house didn’t feel so empty, vast, and desolate. Maybe when time hadn’t so blatantly beaten its marks and wounds into them. Maybe when he’d figured out what he was supposed to be doing with this life.
The response was understood; Ru would be aching, just like him. They were similar, which was likely how they’d once reigned well together – but it meant they broke along same angles and tides, crushed by blow after blow after blow. “I can come visit, when she is ready.” Before the wedding, before more alterations and changes. The only ones left from their family unit - once so strong, once so stable.
He could see Sunjata intending to depart, and the General saw no need to keep him there. There were too many other things to do, conduct, and gather. He lifted a hand, it might’ve, could’ve, been a wave. “Thank you.”
Then they’d segment back to their own trials and tribulations, wherever the earth and wind might carry them.
{FIN}
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