How would Angor react to seeing his on and off again S/O after getting out from that rubble in the temple? Like, they're a crystal witch/mage/whatever and they come looking for him because they finally sensed those crystals in his skin after all these years? This is probably a really weird ask, but i would love to see your take on this!
Hello! Sorry for the long wait and here you go! I tried a more realistic approach :) (I hope at least haha)
You were you at your job when you felt sharp shivers shoot up your spine. The scanner in your hands slipped out of your grip and clattered on the counter, along with a fizzing crack as the energy drink you were scanning fell off the counter and split open. Your eyes were wide and you could feel your heart-beat frantically in your chest. That familiar energy aura could only belong to one man. Or troll. Angor Rot.
Angor was alive? You could feel hands on your shoulders guiding you away from the counter, your co-worker easily taking your place and finishing the check-out with the horrified customer. Your other co-works worried over you, fearing that you had a heat stroke. Arcadia was an awfully hot place after all. You waved off their concerns but clocked out for the day at their persistence that you go home and get some rest.
You could barely drive, your nerves buzzing in your arms clutched the steering wheel tightly. You were so sure that he was lost to the sands of time. Hundreds of years had gone by and that same aura had been snuffed. Until now. You felt anxious and excited all at the same time. Now Angor had been something of a ‘on-and-off lover’ as today’s society calls it. Yet that was many, many years ago. Before many humans took to cities and built their society; abandoning magic in their wake. When Angor left and many humans turning against the old days of magic and spells, you blended among society. You were a witch among harvesting the life and spells from special gems and crystals. That’s how you met Angor, actually. You were harvesting crystals and had found him from his aura his stone crystals gave off. It went off from there.You pulled into your apartments drive through and exited your car with a sigh, shutting the door behind you and fondling your eyes to press the lock button. With the satisfying beep from your car, you headed towards your apartment. You climbed the metal stairs and approached your wooden door. You took in the worn wood and the rusty numbers nailed into your apartment door. One of the numbers had fallen off, leaving behind a dusty residue of the past number behind. Finally, you sighed. Fishing out your keys from your pocket and unlocking the door. You shut the squeaky door behind you, locking it back in place before resting your back against the wooden surface. “What am I going to do?” You groan, cupping your forehead with a hand and closing your eyes. “It’s been millennia. You need to get over him.” With a silent shiver, and trembling of your fingertips, you opened your eyes. “I can sense you,” You grumbled, pushing yourself forward and letting your hand falling to your side. “Stop hiding, Angor.”
A raspy chuckle greeted you and the familiar, slender shape of the crystal troll fell from the ceiling, landing as graceful as a cat. “Even an assassin such as myself could never remain hidden from your magic.” He responded, gazing down at you with an intense amber stare. You forced yourself to avert your gaze, crossing your arms to your chest in a sense of security. You remained silent but tilted your head to watch him take in your apartment. His steel gaze narrowing in disgust at the ripped wallpaper, crooked picture frames and the distant sound of a leaky faucet. “A sorceress such as yourself, reduced to a place of rubble.” He growled under his breath and you found yourself becoming defensive of your home. Sure, it wasn’t perfect, but it was home!
“I’m not a sorceress anymore!” You snapped, tensing as his attention turned towards you. “Those days of making potions and harvesting crystals are over Angor. Time has changed while you were gone.” You felt anger as he stared at you in disbelief. Was it really so hard for him to accept you have moved on from magic? You suddenly looked sheepish as you looked at the ground, avoiding his stare. “We have both changed.”
Angor was silent for a heartbeat but stepped forward to gently cup your chin with a clawed hand. “My dear,” he rumbled. “Things may have changed,” He agreed silently. “But my affections surely haven’t.” He finished. You felt your cheeks reddened at the statement but you firmly lifted your arm and grasped his hand with your own, pulling it away from your chin gently. “Angor,” You breathed, flustered but determined. “You can’t just vanish for decades and then come crawling back.” You grimaced at your own words, especially when Angor flinched in response. “I’ve changed as a person and I fear I’m no longer the same person you fell for all those years ago.” You rubbed your arms in comfort, tears building up behind your eyes. “I think we should wait a while before rushing into another relationship.”
Angor let out a raspy but silent sigh and he lowered his arm, taking a step back. “Very well,” He agreed. You watched silently as he approached the window but looked over his shoulder. “Don’t forget that my affections are true, (Y/N).” With that, he was gone and you felt a rush of emotions. You did love him so dearly as well, but you know this was for the best. After all, there was always the future.
