#hours au

[texeoghea]

get a load of this guy

ive been binging the entirety of @twilightknight17's hours verse and i wanted to doodle Ace next to Drake... bonus persona gag below

[thetrueastronesiac]

The Emerald

(Pre-corrupt Invader)

Invader before getting corrupted by something, aka past invader.

bro was so civilized and respected, why'd he have to be power hungry 💔

[symphoniesoflavender-blog]

< hours | au | fadedironcross >

It had only been hours.

Hours since he'd caught her, since he'd absorbed her very essence, sucking it into an emotionless black hole. It was a pity, really; the human souls that were taken didn't go anywhere. They stayed within that body, but were never heard from again. Assuming the body wasn't mangled beyond use, they simply joined the ranks, but this was rare. They were hungry. 

They were monsters, really. They didn't need the food. They moved whether they ate or not. They didn't even drink unless they happened to lap up some blood. And, had he the presence of mind, he'd probably question this. Why did they do this? Why, when they didn't need to? But it was instinct, a built-in goal. They 'lived' for no reason other than to work towards this goal - the annihilation of the species they'd formerly belonged to, the dethroning of those who had ruled the Earth for centuries. It seemed their time of reign had come to an end, as everything did.

But something was stirring within this one. Only hours after his last victim... He was becoming her victim. This hadn't happened before. He didn't know the meaning of panic though. He didn't even know something was off, despite the images of a young man with brilliant silver hair and stunning scarlet eyes flooding his otherwise empty mind. His soul, detached and shriveled, still dwelled within him. And it was starting to swell, to writhe in eagerness as the connection between soul and body began to spark and rekindle. Maybe there was hope for this miserable creature.

At the time, he was stumbling down the otherwise deserted street, steps awkward and slow - he seemed to limp, even. It wasn't often one saw one of them alone, however. Dulled violet eyes scanned the area, and, fortunately for him, he knew not the meaning of 'chance' or 'likelihood'. He didn't have the hope to give up. His one objective was to find him, even if it took years, even if he were dead by the time he did so. 

He didn't quite notice the tinge of pain in his chest at the idea.