@makersruins : i can’t imagine what it’s like for you.
what might have been just days for the warrior of light was a matter of years to him. five years, in fact. somewhere in the middle of it, he resigned himself to what he believed to be an inevitable fate. no longer had he heeded the exarch’s promises of his safe return for he thought that his stay in the first was final. forever stuck in a place that he would be forced to call home. a home that was so unlike what he was used to, but one he eventually grew accustomed to.
now he sits in the rising stones filled with a profound emptiness which aches deep down into his very core ; so the cycle repeats. ❛ strange. ❜ eyebrows furrow and corners of his lips curve in displeasure, the word sounding convoluted to his own ears. he’s back where he belongs and all is made right, supposedly. so why does it feel so wrong ? his gaze drifts to her, in his sight remains a companion he’s sorely missed and whose absence he felt immensely as he had with the rest of the scions. last he saw her ── it has been too long for him and he struggles to wrap his head around the concept. ❛ i’m afraid i have no other way of describing it. ❜