LIGHT IMPRISONED / LIGHT IN PRISM . light straining to be scattered again, a chaotic melody that brings the champion to her knees, bits & pieces of her snapping outwards, than in. the major glitches were rarer than they were a few months ago, but painful --- light seeming to explode from her chest or back before violently snapping back into place. it’s on a long list of the pain she hides, the pain she refuses to speak of --- PAIN WITH NO WITNESS. like the golden gun round she can still feel between her shoulder blades from when she was a kinderguardian & spooked a drunk hunter, or a havoc - punch that she couldn’t absorb, digging deep into her side & never healing quite right . how her hands itch & veins burn with unholy violence if someone tries to touch the back of her neck, too close to the kill - switch that’s carved into the base of her skull, hidden by a deftly woven braid yet exposed by hard - light. dual nature is cruel, but it’s her nature. the pain is hers, & hers alone.
it speaks volumes to the trust she’s placed in him, then --- how she doesn’t have to speak as the warlock strides into the war-room takes her rightful place: gracefully sprawled across his lap, like a cat demanding attention ( something unspoken lies between them, & maybe that’s what it’ll always be: unspoken. strange, how she’s so comfortable with being vulnerable around him. )
“ hey, hotshot. “ at least she doesn’t sound like her voicebox has been put through a blender, tired grin tossed up to cayde as her legs dangle over the opposite arm, uncaring. it’s like she hadn’t been riddled with glitches on the way over, even if the bags under her eyes speak to the sleepless nights. traveler’s light, it’s so BORING being cooped up in the tower --- the irony is not lost upon her, & she doesn’t dare to complain to the company she keeps. “ mind if i bother ya for a bit ? i couldn’t stay cooped up in my house anymore, or i’d bake myself out of house and home.” really, she just wanted to see him ---lumax always teases her about thinly-veiled excuses.
( she should talk about what happened --- fuck it, she should apologize for how stupid she was. but how was she to know that she’d be missed ? mourned? grieved ???? the sheer idea eats at the knight, baffles her --- she’s just one warlock , hardly worth the tears. )
( but today is not the day to speak of it, nor the strange feelings that eat at her at the thought of him, worried. it’s too bright outside for thoughts so sad. ) / @aptheosis because im a clown and i love u
