the sound of silence; MAGNUS/ADNA

[magnus]

I wanna give you wild love, the kind that never slows down
I wanna take you high up let our hearts be the only sound

Magnus responds to the humor in Chaol’s eyes with a warm smile of his own. “She knows me well,” is all he says, ignoring the way his heart twists in his chest. The fear for his crimson niece does not fade, the constant worry about what had befallen her when she had sprinted away from them, unfurling her dragon wings and running into the fray converging on an innocent in Pangea. He had wanted to follow. Lord knows he had wanted to follow, but he had needed to listen to his head and not his warmonger heart. He needed to stay here, care for his wards here. Regardless of how he hungered for the fight.

Still, he cannot deny the worry that grows in him now, the hope that the purple stallion came bearing news of the girl’s whereabouts. “Chaol,” he greets, evaluating him before turning to Adna. The golden stallion grins with the reptilian girl bounds up to his side. Amused by her constant precocious nature and unending desire to turn over every stone, he leans over to ruffle her forelock. She grins up at him, having long ago given him favorite uncle status.When Chaol addresses her, he looks back, falling quiet.

“You know where Leliana is?” the question tumbles from him, the stallion unable to hold it back any longer. Still, he keeps a tight hold on his emotions, banking the fear and maintaining a neutral expression. It wouldn’t do any good to worry her daughter. He knew that Leliana would want Adna to remain calm and cared for and blanketed with security, and he does his best to abide by those wishes now, falling silent. His gold-flecked eyes smolder but he lets Adna pipe up, lets her lead the conversation.

He could only be what he was: a guardian, a caretaker—a source of stability in a time of chaos.

I wanna go where the lights burn low and you're only mine