Golden eyes watching our every move
Losing time without the sun or moon
He had been almost surprised when Cimmerian had agreed to come with him. To leap into the unknown after only a few moments of acquaintance (even though it felt as though they have known each other a thousand years). But he does not question the workings of fate. Does not question the single entirely pure gift he had every been given.
And so he had called the shadows to him, allowed them to swallow him and the young boy until they both stand in the shadow realm. His home for so long now.
But Cimmerian had insisted on finding another, to see that she was safe. And he could not begrudge him that one request. But when he heard her name, he had been startled. He knows only one Luster, and he thinks perhaps there must be more than fate at play here.
She is not easy to find though. She had not been where Cimmerian had left her, and so he begins the search.
When finally he parts the curtains to find a soft blue form, both familiar and foreign, it is nearly nightfall once more. He breathes a sigh of relief at finally having accomplished his goal. Stepping back, he allows Merry to emerge first before following more cautiously. Once she might have known him by sight, but he is much changed since his youth. His skin, now shadowed in blackness so deep it seems to swallow all light, is vastly different than the muted blue and lacy white. He nearly blends into the shadows of the evening, the only thing clearly visible his golden yellow eyes against the pitch of his features.
He says nothing, instead allowing them their reunion. He shrinks into the shadows, as though he might disappear at any moment.
ether
@[Cimmerian] @[luster]