Shadows as dark as the summer day is long wrap eager arms around their master. He doesn't quite look like he belongs with darkness, Litotes, even after all these years of wielding it. He was never truly blackened by evil, even when he shrouded himself enough to take actions he thinks unforgivable.
There was always that light--that little, timid light. It blazed at the end of a cave when he was lost as a lion and it blazes now, as bright as a wildfire, as strong as the fairies that bear Beqanna on their shoulders.
And rarely does he stray, so rarely, from the light he followed from the cave that kept him trapped. The moon and her sweet creature, the girl of gemstone and white, persistent light. It isn't restlessness that takes him from her, tonight--no unbearable weight or nasty loneliness. No, there is a memory, one that Litotes collected on a night that solitude did so plague him.
A flower. Bright and white and glowing like Lilt. Tendrils of blue and purple dye the white petals, nearly as if a careless painter had blotted them just in time for Lie to see. He remembers them, blooming beneath the moon and dying as the sun rose. Dark green vines wrapping delicately around a pale tree trunk, the sound of a springtime river rushing in the background. The cremello strays in that direction now, mimicking the flowers' quiet beauty. He looks somber but peaceful, stoic and sweet.
The shadows crawl to him, obey, but they do not overrun.
as it softly glides across your back
and i hope you leave right before the sun comes up
so i can watch it alone
@[jenger] <3 my love <3
