it's an all or nothin' play, though, ashes settle when i say so
“Yeah? You like it?” He asks after the knife is thrown, flashing a fanged smile back the Queen’s way. It’s a smile that fades as the conversation delves into darker, sadder territory. He finds himself standing beside the Wraith, watching as she takes a full circle, peering at the ruins of his home, of where he’d grown up and thrived, before he’d chosen to go to war, before he’d chosen to Ascend and fall offline for centuries.
He steps away from her to go and grab the knife out of the hands of the statue, mulling over the options of where to begin. There’s a lot, so he spins the knife in his metal hand, before returning to Wessex’s side, watching the arrow as she nocks it back and watches it fly into a high window. It curves just enough to land through the window, through a broken pane that clinks it into the inside. “Mm, well, that used to be my parents room.” His head tilts as he considers it. “We’re standing in my old backyard. It was kind of like a courtyard of sorts.” He flips the knife in his hand again before throwing it at the statue once more, watching as it shwings off the edge and flies into the ground, sticking straight up.
He steps over to retrieve it again. “The Ruins were huge. Tall buildings and everything you could think of. Cafe’s, shops for clothes and books and everything you’d ever needed. The stone streets were always full of people walking to and from where they worked and where they lived. Parties were huge.” He grabs the knife, letting the blade clink against his metal fingers. “My family was a small one, but we were pretty well known at the time. I had agonized about telling them that I had Ascended, given that I was their only child. I think they had expected it and supported it, much to my surprise.” He hums a soft laugh with that. “And to think I was worried about it for weeks, but dad recognized the fangs before I had a chance to say it. Not like it mattered that much, really. I was twenty.. five? Twenty-six when I Ascended? Fully capable of making my own decisions, but... Y'know.”
He steps away from her to go and grab the knife out of the hands of the statue, mulling over the options of where to begin. There’s a lot, so he spins the knife in his metal hand, before returning to Wessex’s side, watching the arrow as she nocks it back and watches it fly into a high window. It curves just enough to land through the window, through a broken pane that clinks it into the inside. “Mm, well, that used to be my parents room.” His head tilts as he considers it. “We’re standing in my old backyard. It was kind of like a courtyard of sorts.” He flips the knife in his hand again before throwing it at the statue once more, watching as it shwings off the edge and flies into the ground, sticking straight up.
He steps over to retrieve it again. “The Ruins were huge. Tall buildings and everything you could think of. Cafe’s, shops for clothes and books and everything you’d ever needed. The stone streets were always full of people walking to and from where they worked and where they lived. Parties were huge.” He grabs the knife, letting the blade clink against his metal fingers. “My family was a small one, but we were pretty well known at the time. I had agonized about telling them that I had Ascended, given that I was their only child. I think they had expected it and supported it, much to my surprise.” He hums a soft laugh with that. “And to think I was worried about it for weeks, but dad recognized the fangs before I had a chance to say it. Not like it mattered that much, really. I was twenty.. five? Twenty-six when I Ascended? Fully capable of making my own decisions, but... Y'know.”
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