Scratch that, jinwoo knows igris way too well because what is this
So⌠to break that down⌠igris adjusts his posture a tiny bit and jinwoo instantly knows that igris is feeling prideful over him??? âPerhaps the most familiarâ be so for real jinwoo heâs your second in command for a reason
Summary - After the great reset, Sung Jinwoo lives a quiet, ordinary lifeâbut the shadows of his past remain. Among them, none is closer than Igris.
Pairing - Jinwoo X Igris
Genre - Romance, Fluff, BL, m/m
Word count - 925
Content Warning - n/a
Authors note -Â Just a short one but really wanted to share it with you.
The world, for Sung Jinwoo, had settled into an unnerving calm. Years had passed since the reset, since the cataclysmic war that had reshaped reality. Now, he lived a life of quiet normalcy, attending school, caring for his family, a mundane existence that often felt like a dream. Yet, the echoes of his past, the boundless power, and the unwavering loyalty of his shadows remained. They were his secret, his burden, his silent companions.
Among them, one stood apart, not by rank alone, but by a presence that resonated uniquely within Jinwooâs soul: Igris.
Even in this peaceful era, Igris was ever-present. Not as a towering knight in obsidian armor, but often as a subtle shift in the air, a shadow deeper than the rest in the corner of a room, or the faint, almost imperceptible pressure of a loyal guardian standing just out of sight. Jinwoo could feel his eyes, perpetually fixed, observant, devoted.
At first, Jinwoo had seen it as mere loyalty, the unwavering obedience of a shadow to its monarch. But as the mundane days blurred into weeks, and weeks into months, something began to shift. He would catch himself, in moments of quiet reflection, not just feeling Igrisâs presence, but seeking it.
Heâd be reading a book, a faint, almost imperceptible warmth beside him. Heâd look up, and the shadow in the corner would seem to deepen, a silent acknowledgment. When he was troubled, lost in the labyrinth of his own thoughts about the past, he found himself gravitating towards the spaces where Igrisâs presence felt strongest. It wasn't just comfort; it was understanding. Igris was the only one who truly knew the monarch within, who had stood beside him through every battle, every sacrifice.
Igris, on his part, had no voice. He had never spoken a word. Yet, his communication was profound. A moment of danger, no matter how trivial in this peaceful world â a clumsy stumble, a near-miss with a bicycle â and Igrisâs presence would sharpen, a surge of protective instinct that Jinwoo felt like a physical embrace. When Jinwoo was tired, the ambient mana surrounding Igris would subtly soften, a calming current that eased his anxieties.
One evening, Jinwoo sat by his window, watching the city lights twinkle. The weight of his singular existence, the loneliness of being the only one with such memories and power, pressed down on him. He felt an ache, a deep yearning for connection that went beyond family or friends. He was a god among men, and that made him utterly, profoundly alone.
"Igris," he whispered, the name a soft exhalation of breath into the quiet room. He wasn't giving a command. It was a plea, a simple acknowledgment of his companion.
Instantly, the shadow in the corner of his peripheral vision solidified. Not fully manifested, but Igrisâs form became more distinct, the silhouette of a proud knight with the faintest shimmer of crimson in his eyes. He didn't move closer, but his presence intensified, becoming a solid, comforting wall against the encroaching loneliness.
Jinwoo turned his head slightly, meeting those silent, glowing eyes. He saw not just loyalty there, but something else â a deep, resonant empathy, an unwavering devotion that transcended the master-servant dynamic. It was a mirror reflecting his own profound solitude, and simultaneously, the only true solace for it.
"You're always here," Jinwoo murmured, his voice laced with a vulnerability he rarely showed. "Always."
Igris shifted, a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of his head. It was a gesture Jinwoo recognized as acknowledgment, a deep bow of the soul. In that moment, Jinwoo felt a warmth spread through his chest, different from his affection for his family, or the comradeship he felt for his other shadows.
It was... love.
Not the boisterous, passionate love of human romance, but a profound, quiet, and utterly unique form of connection. It was the love of two beings who understood each other on a fundamental, existential level. A love forged in the crucible of battle, hardened by absolute trust, and refined by shared solitude.
Igris was a shadow, an extension of his power, yet he was also an individual, a soul Jinwoo had claimed and cherished. And Igris, in his silent, unwavering existence, gave Jinwoo everything he had â his absolute loyalty, his boundless strength, and his entire being.
Jinwoo reached out, not summoning, not commanding, but simply extending his hand. He didn't expect a physical touch; shadows were not solid in that way unless manifested. But as his fingers hovered in the space where Igris stood, he felt it â a faint, almost electrical hum, a resonance that echoed the beat of his own heart. It was a feeling of being completely, utterly seen and accepted, without words, without judgment.
Igris remained still, his crimson gaze locked with Jinwoo's. In those deep, silent depths, Jinwoo saw a reciprocal love, pure and absolute. It was a love that asked for nothing but to exist alongside him, to protect him, to be with him.
He smiled, a small, private smile that reached his eyes. "Thank you, Igris," he whispered.
The shadow deepened for a moment, a subtle intensification of the crimson glow in Igris's eyes, like a silent sigh of contentment. In the quiet solitude of the room, Sung Jinwoo, the Shadow Monarch, found a unique and profound connection with his most loyal knight, a love that transcended the boundaries of life and death, master and shadow, existing solely in the powerful, silent bond between their souls. He was no longer quite so alone. Igris was there, always
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You guys im so sad they never showed how jinwoo got his scar in comic form. He just has it so we know the events of the light novel are canon but we never get to see it đ
âŚ..I might have to draw it. First Iâll post screenshots of the light novel itâs so hype
Apparently he likes it so much that heâs still wearing it through the end of the series. The last time we see the status window he still has it equipped⌠I really wish I took a picture of it but I was surprised to see that
