This is our make or break it

Azriel · 08-28-2024, 01:24 AM

I am the righteous hand of God

He sat for a while, eyes on the paintings of the past. More questions than answers were hidden here. He wasn't against it though. In fact he wouldn't mind having to search for the answers.

After some time a set of nails has a dark ear twitching towards them. Sounded small. Not a threat then. Nor was he concerned. This place smelled vacant and like there hadn't been wolves here in likely a long time, so he definitely wasn't trespassing upon someone's home.

The voice that had found its way to his ears had him turning both ears back towards it though. A creature of the past, one that knew his name. Mismatched eyes turned, though one likely would think he only held a blue one in such lighting. Eyes narrowed upon the frame of the femme. Not in a hostile way, but in a way of close studying. Jewelry clicked as his head turned, a sound he was used to.

Her question was allowed to dangle for moments before deep rumbling vocals graced the now Judalian queen. "My queen...." he let it hang with that and a respectful nod in her direction. He was uncertain where his once betrothed now stood with him. Did she wish he was dead so she could move on? Did she prefer he be only her friend once again? The arrangement had been made by their mothers, but Azriel had watched his own mother have her throat ripped from her in defiance of the demon king. Az himself hadn't escaped unscathed. He was a changed man after everything.

He himself felt he should honor his mother's wishes, however that also meant Atreyu needed to decide to do the same. And neither had seen each other for nearly a year. He would let her lead this. How this went, how it ended, the ball was in her court. He was sure she was likely changed as well.

Walk, "Talk", Think

And I am the devil that you forgot

_{Art and code by Asena; lines by Srynix}

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