HE AND THE WARRIOR OF LIGHT are not of ENTIRELY unlike minds, that itself is plain. with every waking breath they draw, the THRILL of battle haunts and delights them in an adrenaline rush that’s painfully short-lived yet also why, it is that ADDICTIVE. it is the only excitement he ever known, the only FUN he’s had in his life of utter monotony. no rage to fuel him, no grudges to exploit .. these PETTY feelings were akin to pure water running through his fingers, each droplet a mere fleeting transverse, never once stopping for him. translucent, evasive, UNSATISFACTORY.
it is thus why he holds onto that RARE opportunity where that flowing river ruptures into an unforgiving, raging WATERFALL, crashing down against the wide expanse of his back, overwhelmingly so. even for a bare moment, it succeeds in SUBMERGING him into the depths of the ocean where the world newly expands beyond his comprehension, drowning him in arousal.
there it is .. his lifeblood. his one and only.
a single glance is afforded in the dragoon’s direction. the former crown prince’s eyes were as though a DULL blade ( quietly swimming in barrenness, fire that has yet to be stoked ), and yet it easily pierces through many souls that have proven to be far WEAKER than the physical or metaphorical blade of any kind. whatever diabolical schemes or intentions they assumed zenos to wear under his sleeves were of SURFACE level assumptions, a mere comforting lie told to themselves in hopes of placing a degree of predictability and FAMILIARITY upon him.
but here is the catch. all of his desires and actions were spurred by a very SIMPLISTIC concept that they rather evade .. to avoid the END of their line of thoughts. common human’s propensity to think MORE than they should, to act like sages when they are beasts — all for that process.
truly, does it also thrill one to speculate about him ?
❝ disappointment ? hardly, ❞ he delivers with a scoff, of the absurdity in such a statement. the corner of his lips twitch into a wry grin, a rare show of expression only preserved when the best amongst them is kept in thought. ah, the DELIGHT. ❝ i’ve met disappointment far much to know .. that the one who walks amongst you, amongst us, will exceed my expectations. ❞ or, die trying.
his lips purse into a thin lines, his gaze abandons the dragoon and reaffirms itself upon the grand doors that once refused him, where those standing upon this side of the boundary only knew him as an ENEMY. in truth, the concept of friend or foe are mere .. trivial details just as MALLABLE as the values humankind swore they espouse, as SLIPPERY as the emotions that guide them.
loyalty ? there is no such pure, divine certainty, all of it earned by an exchange of profit, all of it as AMENDABLE by the slightest of doubt.
❝ —and if he does not, another prey shall prove more worthy. ❞