"You could leave." Ozymandias, looked up towards the other, back against warm sand and heat upon his skin, yet even still, he felt that creeping cold come upon him. Vision blurry, he could barely make out the blue of the sky above. "You need not remain by my side. Go support the Master." He had lost, after all. This Lostbelt would fade as he would too. Gold turned towards the other's direction. "Do you think those here will know how hard I fought for them?" Wrong, right, it mattered little. @ardenssolis
❛ Shut up. ❜
It pisses him off to hear something like that being said so easily from the one person that always held his attention. He could support the Master of course, aid them in saving the world all over again as a hero should and would. For once tears brim at the edges of his eyes that feeling he’d long since swells in his chest, that tightening that happens as emotions start to overtake one’s body. He can’t breathe everytime he even tries to that tightening only picks up to an obnoxious level. The other had lost and what comes with that is only obvious even if it hurts him more and more. This life was nothing short of fleeting one stab , jab , or miscalculation would be the downfall for them and that whelp called Master.
No more, just not more he doesn’t want to fight, can’t even muster up the strength to look away from those paling golden eyes that he’d come to enjoy. Love and loss experience once more one by the God’s due to his own stupidity , another from unnatural means and now this. Only this time there were no gods taking a life, no one held the knife towards him at all. This life, this beautiful life that he’d cherish so much, joked with, held & cried over ends by his hands and for what? A mongrel that still hasn’t learnt much outside of survival by the skin of their chin.
❛ They’ll know you’ve done your best to ensure they were protected I won’t allow things to die out in vain. ❜
Composure still held firmly even as he fights back any possible tears there’s still that fondness that was always felt. Those people knew he did everything for them, there was much praise sung about him the whole time they made their way here. He wants to say it, if not beg for the other to stay longer with him but to do that would mean undoing all that hardwork that just transpired. Terrible, completely and disgustingly terrible. No matter how much he knows that he wants to cry, let those tears fall all over again for a second person that’s going to die in his arms all over again but he doesn’t. For Ramses he’d keep up that calm face not wanting him to see him almost if not completely emotionally destroyed knowing that the other was slowing starting to drift into gold.
Lips press against the other’s forehead lingering there before he moves down to place one against his cheek before lips press against lips. Ah, he missed that far more then he could state but even so the moment he pulls back he can see the top of Ozymandias’s head fading into glistening gold and he knows that time is up. Holding onto what he can is far harder than he can really say always keeping that firm resolve even now, but at least he’d managed to not let the other see him break down in his final moments. What he can do however is offer a parting smile pride laced within it that they’d finally gotten that much wanted chance to battle either. Words of affection so rare from him, but even so that doesn’t stop him from murmuring those words that usually remind silent before them.
Just like that he’s no longer holding that warm body in his arms, the gold has long since drifted away from him and he’s left with his own thoughts. Love and loss and while the first had left a mark on him in life this one would impact him far more then he could really say. He knows there’s that chance neither would remember and that enrages him to the point that those held in tears are finally free. That’s the one thing he didn’t want, he didn’t want to lose those memories even the one’s with how it all began. He can’t hold onto a bitter smile nor a laugh laced with that all he can do is just sit there and wait for his own time to come.
❛ I apologize you stubborn old fool, but that’s something I can’t adhere to no matter how much I’d like to honor those words of yours. ❜
Funny isn’t it? They’d battle so long and hard that one twist of fate worked in the Caster’s favor and secured victory. But he doesn’t feel like he’s won anything he’s lost someone far more important then the thrill of winning. That person, no rather that man that he cared for so much is gone now and he feels nothing but pain. Ah, but it’s time isn’t it? He can already feel that he’s lost more and more mana the longer he tries too hold on. Arms have already turned into nothing but that golden dust and just like that he’s faded gone with nothing but a whisper of hope filled words and that cry of his name leaving the young whelp is more then enough to give the hint what happened to the others back on the shadowborder.
❛ Hopefully we’ll run into one another again - ❜













