Golden eyes watching our every move
Losing time without the sun or moon
What should I do now?
He stares, a faint frown tugging at his lips. He doesn’t know. He never has. He has been lost for so long, all because he hadn’t known what to do. Cimmerian asks the wrong horse, the wrong questions. He isn’t sure what to say.
Perhaps he is right though. His blue and white had melted into shadow, until he had become with the the very thing he had so long sought comfort from. Perhaps he is now nothing more than a shadow. A thing of night and ether. Just like his name.
Had his parents known how very accurately they had named him? Had they always known he would become this?
Before he can think of anything to say, the earth begins to rumble beneath his feet. He flinches backwards, ears flattening against his skull as he bares his teeth. Sharp teeth, meant for cutting, not grinding. Teeth he no longer needs for vegetation.
He hears the voice, and instinct tells him to flee. Too much wrong with this world. The shadows are safe, comforting. But…
His golden gaze turns to Cimmerian. He must have felt it too. And this boy, he’s so much like him. A perfect counterpart. Perhaps he didn’t need to be lonely anymore. Perhaps he could have a friend. A companion who would love the dark and shadow as much as he. Perhaps he had been here for a reason, to find this other half of him.
He looks at the marbled child, suddenly knowing the answer to the question. “Come with me,” he says softly, pleadingly.
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