[ There is nothing left in the wake of Julius' starfall, the body of the beast run through by the lights of the heavens as they came crashing down, its remains swiftly devoured by Sion's primeval dark, his void-forged blades thrumming with a deeper, more vivid aura of red as if to say: we are thankful for the meal.
Julius, too, seems restored, somehow both more of and beyond himself in the way he says thank you, my friend, his awakened form alien but beautiful, breathtaking and flourishing before the eyes. The other man is a new beginning, sowing seeds for the future with each burst of verdure from his back, and Sion--...
(Is Julius' antithesis, but this Sion does not say. Instead, his heart sinks, his blades of shadow returning to their place inside of him—baleful though they are, they are his will, his soul manifest—now that the battle is overwith and done.)
Somehow, Sion's hands find their way back to Julius' own, his fingers holding fast to his friend like a lifeline. ]
Thank me by venturing back, to the people who love you dearly. [ Sion's smile is a soft, gentle, pleading, thing. ] It is quiet, now. The danger is gone.
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Julius, too, seems restored, somehow both more of and beyond himself in the way he says thank you, my friend, his awakened form alien but beautiful, breathtaking and flourishing before the eyes. The other man is a new beginning, sowing seeds for the future with each burst of verdure from his back, and Sion--...
(Is Julius' antithesis, but this Sion does not say. Instead, his heart sinks, his blades of shadow returning to their place inside of him—baleful though they are, they are his will, his soul manifest—now that the battle is overwith and done.)
Somehow, Sion's hands find their way back to Julius' own, his fingers holding fast to his friend like a lifeline. ]
Thank me by venturing back, to the people who love you dearly. [ Sion's smile is a soft, gentle, pleading, thing. ] It is quiet, now. The danger is gone.