𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧 / @kanaphs
“ is this the part where i’m supposed to be heroic and say it’s just a scratch? ”
𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 / 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 .
Feathers lay like fallen petals amongst the expanse of the land — speckled in ruby and dragged through grime. The Exarch, upon seeing such wretched beauty of littered white wrought from battle, sighs out. The soles of his sandals crunch the soil underneath him as he approaches the wounded, staff in hand, kneeling before him. Even as red poured between the webs of their fingers, even as he dare look at him without a wince in his face, dared to play it off as nothing, the Exarch let light overwhelm his own hand and brought it to their gash.
“ Heroism and obduracy seldom work hand in hand. ” He says with a smile. Though, the restorative means to heal a Primal’s wound required much and more from him, and that smile quickly winches into something he’s quick to hide. “ And while freedom pleasantly rides beneath you, it ought to be in your best interest to remain here so that you stay safe. ” The light burns out and his palm closes. “ For the time being, that is. I’ve no wish to deny you of that you’ve worked so hard to achieve. ” And this he knows well, all too well, and he stands back up and balances himself with his staff pointed into the earth.
He can incite the thought, lay the truth bare, and yet, even still, he cannot control that of which desires the freedom of life, so he concedes to that knowledge, knowing Sandalphon well enough, he believes.
The Crystal Tower glistens behind them, beyond the gates of Lakeland. “ Be that as it may, I at least encourage you to stay here to rest. ”