Even before, he had an affinity with the spaces between shadow and light. He could touch them and they would respond. He could draw them to him and wear them like a cloak - or like armor. Now though, it is so much more. The darkness itches across his skin with a new intensity unlike any he had known before. The creatures of the night slumber in his presence, vulnerable and unaware.
That is perhaps the most alarming change of all. He should have been pleased to discover it, especially when it made the hunt so much simpler, but Ion has never been fond of such one-sided savagery. At heart, he is a creature built on a foundation of fairness, and that includes the hunt.
He is distracted when she replies thoughtfully, though the words send a shiver down his spine. The eclipse had brought those powers to the fore, and he has not yet decided if it had been a boon or a curse. Where once he had found his affinity in the in-between spaces, now he only draws upon the darkness.
He is not certain yet what that says about him.
Ion stills when she makes her offer however, surprised she would do so. But then, perhaps it is clever to wish to know what one is housing in their kingdom. At the sight of her smile, he manages a small one in return, though it is tight and stiff with lack of use. “That… may be helpful,” he replies, eyes steady as he peers at her. Would she stand behind her offer once she knew more? “I am still working on controlling it fully.”
ion
in the empty of the grave, only distant dreams remain
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