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@lightshielded said : ' you shine so brightly. ' the dawn's light dancing about the blackened night was entrancing, the singularity's whispers ever louder in its presence. the dark star was slow with its movements, almost apathetic to how long his actions take, simply taking time to admire the star dust flicker out as it waft over him. lance in hand, the dark star corruptant glided towards the court's dawn. ' so bright and so warm ... but your light is fleeting, ephemeral. how lucky it must be to end so quickly. '
❛ & a little funny you think that you even hold the power to suppress light. ❜ the dark star's will remains resolute, it wishes to obliterate all that has been created : these newborn stars, the light of dawn that he beckons, dusk's fall, it wishes to cease this perpetual state of order & replace it with a dreadful chaos that lacked order. it wanted all to only know darkness. it wanted all to accept the dark star, thereby granting a darkness that resides within all to manifest & overtake every aspect of one's being. for one that controls the dawn, he is all too aware of what light's sacrifice may lead to, how these actions may facilitate an inevitable end, causing his undoing, thus relinquishing this gift of light bestowed unto him.
there's a cant of his head, a collected smile ( more akin to a smirk, with corner of his lips tugged upwards ), he speaks & his words are soft, forsaking the once boisterous persona to adopt a steadfast stance. he shall not fall. ❛ light never ends, ❜ singular limb shifts, slow, index curling, pressing between lip & chin, arctic hues landing upon presumed object of his undoing. a single lance. an unfamiliar weapon. no matter how alien it may seem, the art of combat is a dance he is all too familiar with. the dark star knows naught of dance & its beauty. to this, the advantage is his. ❛ doesn't matter if dawn sets & darkness paints the sky ... the dawn will always rise. ❜ it's his task as the court's dawn to shine.
' seasons, they will change. life will make you grow. death can make you hard. everything is temporary, everything will slide. but, they say, love will never die. ' ( birds, imagine dragons )
it strikes him as odd at first. hearing royalty's words escape him so effortlessly, preaching on universal topics that can be found at the base of anyone's heart : desire to live, aversion for death, hopeful for love, love, love. ' life will make you grow, ' it's a typical statement, isn't it ? how traversing through life's bog & withstanding its treacherous obstacles is what builds character ? he thinks that's it. many times has it landed upon his ears & many times has he reaffirmed that notion. rakan's own life wasn't without its own turmoil ; rather, danger beckoned him forward, cause he'd die for setting him in the most dangerous situations ——— not like he didn't enjoy it, though. there was a thrill to be found in it, taunting others & making out of it with every bone intact. that's what he thinks, at least.
❛ love won't ever die. ❜ rakan deliberately echoes jarvan's words, humming & a grin forms on his lips. ❛ 'cause i do think that, say, love makes you do something crazy, you'd still die feeling it & all. that love, i mean. ❜ clears his throat, delivering a confident nod, pearly whites slightly visible as edges of his lips continue curving upwards into a fonder & fonder smile. again, again, she's on his mind. just like it's always been. just like it always will be. ❛ maybe they're right. love won't ever die, but that's only if you ask me ! ❜ immediately his tone changes, heavy - hearted somber moments just weren't his thing ! ❛ take it from me, i've got an 80% chance of being right. 10% chance of being a little off the mark, & that last 10% ... it might look like i'm off the mark, but i'm actually right on the center ! so, really, it's actually 90%. isn't that interesting ? ❜ /// @lightshielded