lucerys could only wait for his words. most of times they shared the same space, the silence was common. at the castle, usually small voices filled were their companion. at the beach, how the waves hit the rocks. but that day, it felt like they could use a lot of conversation.
โโ the spectacle unfolding before the prince was utterly indescribable. between the waves dancing across the ocean, the strangely cold sandโธบthe sky, both clear and threatening to change, the source of light was probably lucerysโธบwho, though his words sounded fearful, was a
luke now had a small smile, one of those that made him seem a bit younger and cheerful.
โwe are blood of the dragon. it might not be easy, but we are something quite unique. and Valarr, if i may say it, the gods were just on placing you in this position. +
some details couldnโt go unnoticed, so he leaned his fingers to touch Valarrโs hand softly, so he would stop shaking.
โyou as well. no burden is so deep you cannot share.โ
the silence was bearable, even pleasant. the waves stroke fast agains the sand, violent as it could be. just like the war surrounding them. lucerys let his hand fall to the sand, feeling the grains prick the tip of his fingers. it was colder than usual. +
โโ a slight, uncontrollable scoff escaped valarr's lips.
allowing himself to approach lucerys, he stand beside him, his gaze also distant.
the wind blew so fiercely around them, the ocean cruel and unpredictable. the melody of the waves against the rocks could have relaxed him,
throat. โof all of it. the danger, the responsibilities. our place before the realms.โ
the prince moved his shoulders, as if they were a bit sore. he let his sight be kept on his companion, at least something familiar, something safe. not the unknown of the water. +
+ as he recognized him.
luke failed to hold a smile, offering him s small nod with his head.
โturbulent times. i donโt think we can avoid it. hopefully you are doing better than me.โ
luke was used for the lonely moments near the beach. however, the prince had learned how to never be surprised. it was a reflex of the dreadful events that led to his almost death. so, his attention divert from the water, chasing his companion. a small sight of relieve dropped +
โโ the prince hesitated, unsure whether to fill the silence or simply disturb it with his presence and voice as he approached, keeping a safe distance.
chromatic eyes could just as easily have wandered to the horizon, but nothing compared to the weight of the silence emanating