knightedbeetle

[knightedbeetle]

@serpentineds​

Sometimes, Accrisor missed the feeling of being a knight. Not because of the glory, or the spotlight, but because he enjoyed the feeling of helping people actively, with his every day life. Every day job. He missed his friends there, too, but there was nothing that kept him from seeing them but time and distance – so it wasn’t a complete halt, but rather a simple dip in activity.

He knew he couldn’t go back though. After everything that happened in the brief Bascman War, the twisted bodies that Mephisto had left behind, the verge that he brought himself to, the things he had -

Even the beautiful halls of the capitol castle he once called home felt like a hollow ringer of some formerly brilliant truth.

The countryside was much more peaceful, and it gave him time to recover his thoughts and try to soothe his guilt and tired rage. Gave them time to recover their relationship and make something new (and better) out of it, without the shadow of their controllers, without the shadow of lies.

It was also a clearer sky here. Sometimes, for whatever reason, the castle and all its magical lights snuffed out the sky. Here, there was none of that running at all hours of day and night, and that made the tapestry of the stars  completely visible. Laying on his back on the hill behind the house he was building, Cri just stared at the sky, even as the chill slid in. His breath formed small clouds in the air, but he still remained motionless. Eventually, he knew Ametra would come to find him.

And then? Cri wouldn’t let him run away without some stargazing.