@malficnt said: " stop it. don't close your eyes, damnit! fight! you've fought your whole life, and now i'm asking you to fight again! stay awake! " (how about some angst for mal and lilia lol)
The Cost of Victory // Accepting!
He was tired...so SO tired... fingers twitching as he stared at the sky, his body hurt and hearing her voice tell him to fight... to continue his work...
Lilia just wanted to close his eyes and rest.
How long had it been since he properly rested...? Since he put the sword down and wished to sleep...
no...NO. He couldn’t- even if it was getting harder to keep his eyes open, one Lazy glance to his queen and he found himself scraping together what magic he could think of....what he could muster.
“for you...Maleficent... I will be your wings.” A whisper, one last time... he could do this one last time, use his signature spell one last time. His eyes closed and he found himself fighting his exhaustion and need to sleep forever before eyes snapped open, almost animalistic in nature- a sluggish movement getting to his feet as he used what little strength he could for this, falling to his knees after a single step (even if it was a shuffle), hair became scales as hands and feet became talons, wings unfurling on his back before he reverted back in an instant and laid on the ground...
Seven, he was growing old.
A quiet laugh as he curled up on his side, giving her a weary and tired smile...
“...I’m sorry...I believe i will...have to decline your requests, Mal...” He reached a hand out to her, “this old man is spent... I apologize for my lack of decorum but...~” Well...if this was how their story would be told, he wouldn’t have it any other way.