"Why did you abandon me?" OR "Why did you abandon us?" For someone and Sakareth because I know that will hurt?
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Sakareth, Feather Flute Sys, VMV // @faemytho
The antlers were far taller than Sakareth expected them to be. (He had been there, briefly, when they were growing in, but seeing them at their full glory was something else).
The person behind the deer skull mask stared at him, quiet, silent, waiting for an answer. Sakareth's mouth felt dry.
"I-I didn't-," he tried to say, but the person in front of him only laughed, dry and humorless.
"You did," Prinxe Kiuk hissed softly, "And I want to know why. Do not make me repeat myself."
The Prince of Wrath stepped back, and Kiuk hissed again, low and dangerous. For a moment, he could smell the air of the wrath circle, could hear the jeering cheers of the cirixites who had gathered, could feel the phantom pain of his ribs caving and his nose being broken.
"It-It's a lot more complicated than me just leaving you guys up here," Sakareth finally managed, voice strained and desperate for Kiuk to understand. He hadn't wanted this. Nobody had.
"Is that so?" The Risen Prinxe murmured, the mask tilting to the side in contemplation. "Then do tell, I'm waiting. You only abandoned your own brother in a completely foreign world and expected him to survive all on his own while you, what, crowned yourself the Prince of Wrath?"
With each word, Kiuk stalked forward, zis voice deepening into a growl. Sakareth scrambled backwards, his back hitting the mountain rock wall behind him. Kiuk stopped, the mask tilting up, and he could see the brown eyes narrowed beneath the eyesockets of bone.
"I had to! They were going to force us to kill each other if they found him," Sakareth pleaded. When Kiuk took another step forward, crowding him against the wall, he closed his eyes and turned his head and let the words spill desperately past his lips. "I never wanted the throne! I never wanted to be the Eos-forsaken Prince of Godsdamned Wrath, I just wanted him to be safe! I just wanted you to be safe, and I didn't know how else to do that! If they ever found him, that would be it! They told me there could only be one of us!"
"Sakareth," Kiuk's voice was soft, but no, it wasn't Kiuk's voice anymore. Instead of the unfamiliar tinge of Terra to Kiuk's Cirx, his name was spoken with ever-present fire and coal.
Durazath lifted the deer skull mask off his face, dropping it off to the side and pulling him into a hug. Gasping for breath, Sakareth clung to his brother, burying his face in Durazath's shoulder and fighting off hot, suffocating tears.
"I'm sorry, Sakareth," Durazath whispered, but Sakareth shook his head.
"No, I'm sorry," he spoke, voice choked and trembling. "I'm sorry, I didn't know, I should've told you, I should've told Kiuk sooner, I should've said something about why I left you up here, I didn't know you didn't-"
"It's okay Saka," Durazath interrupted, holding him closer. "It's okay, I forgive you. I knew you must have had a good reason, but it's... nice to finally know it."
"I'm still sorry," Sakareth muttered, and Durazath nodded, running a hand through short blond waves and holding his brother close.
"It's okay, Saka. It's okay. I forgive you."