He is far too young to have paid much of a mind to the political doings of the kingdom in which he’d been birthed. Truth be told, he’d had even less interest in such deathly boring topics. His father had favored his blind, demon-horn-eyed brother anyway, and he had sullenly kept to himself, childish jealousy leading him to pursue wilder, more favorable pursuits.
When he hears the call ring in his mind however, he cannot help the intrigue that stirs deep within his gut. He is clumsy in his attempts to rip at the shadows in an effort to bring him to the source of that call, but in the end, he succeeds. His youthful, gangly frame melts from the clinging darkness, incongruously bright, golden yellow separating from shadow as he steps into the light.
He blinks, gaze slipping briefly to the unknown female droning at them about absences and forces he has little interest in before falling greedily to the shadows that cling to her like hungry lovers. He is tempted to touch. To close the distance and nip at them as he’d once done false shadows-that-were-not-his.
But when his mother arrives, his attention immediately turns to her. When she sidles alongside Ghaul, lips tracing down his neck, he narrows his eyes, a dissatisfied huff escaping his lips. Stalking forward, he shoves at his mother’s hip irritably. As is the fickle nature of youth however, he is swiftly distracted once more, his gaze sliding to consider the stranger who seems intent on claiming his parent’s throne.
For all that this should infuriate him, he cannot help but be intrigued by the oily darkness that clings to her and the spiny beasts she keeps threateningly leashed at her side. He is too young, or too foolish, to be afraid, and his mother’s unyielding calm bolsters him.
Creeping forward, he fixes his gaze boldly on her, darkness unconsciously curling across his golden skin. “If we’re so weak, why do you care anyway?”
So easily uttered with the brash naivete of childhood. But how could one expect him to realize this isn’t about Pangea’s residents so much as it is her own lust for power?
you're burning up the sky, you're a constellation
I think that I could die for this revelation