MIASMA SKY

[Kezz]

Dawn broke languidly over the horizon. Clouds of pastel blues and pinks bloomed against the starless black of night. From the shadow of the red earth he emerged; his dark frame melting smoothly against the young mist born from the break of day. Dracken did not stand out; his stature albeit tall and muscled was not commanding from the offset, in fact there was something terribly unassuming about his caliginous gaze, as though he were yet to grow into the man he had been prophesied to become.

With a sigh that echoed the thick and viscous thoughts soldered firmly to the walls of his mind the young man gazed skyward, wondering if she was watching the dawn too, relishing this quiet hour before the bustle of day commenced. How he missed his mother - more than he'd expected to. Beside the bonds of his iron casket she had knelt; singing in silk, soaking in sunlight. And he would have slain them all for her. But alas, was that not why she had asked him to leave? In the darkness she had kissed his forehead, brushing the boyish strands of hair from his eyes the way she always had - and then she'd smiled, then his heart broke. Elia had known the only way to save her first and last child was to send him from her breast, never to return.

▼SPACED. bruuuhhhhh this is weak af it took me 8 days to write it hahaha ffs

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[▼SPACED.]

WE'RE ALL SCARED OF TRENCHES
AND GROW WEAK AT THE KNEES.

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He'd always loved the baby blues of dawn - that sweet taste of morning air, the first breath after a black night that just tasted of honeymelon and morning dew. It was like being born again, rising anew into the soft eggshell of a dawn sky. Saker was often awake before the sun, and enjoyed watching the new day start, his gentle hazel eyes set hopefully skyward before lowering to watch the earth bloom into colour. Here there was plenty of colour, and it seemed to come alive before his very eyes: auburn, crimson, ochre, rust, blush, wine, copper... an unending cacophony of earthy colours. He still lay, comfortably, in a cave mouth, one front leg casually crossed over the other like some sort of domestic pup. His eyes still held the milkiness of sleep, his mouth tasting of dreams, a smile cast dreamily across his soft lips as he watched the sky. He had thought the sky blossomed and bloomed just for him that morning - though he realised shortly that he was mistaken.

Saker watched in silence as another man came forth from darkness and felt suddenly aware of his unkemptness. He felt, awkwardly, that he was invading on a private moment, and struggled to stand upon his tall (sleepy) legs. He shook his head, trying to rid them of silly thoughts as he peered self-consciously at the man. He was handsome, though not outlandishly so - more so in a comfortable, strict way that spoke of military and strength. Saker admired him in the dawn sunlight, allowing himself a single moment of breathlessness and hope before settling into normalcy. His steps were full of grace (though his head was a mess) as he slipped into the same sunlight that gilded his companion. He took a breath and looked to him - checking to see if he'd noticed the intrusion. "Sorry, I... well, I didn't mean to intrude. I didn't realise anyone else was here."

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Kezz  lol Saker is an actual loser compared to Dracken haha and shush, you know your writing is stunning <3

[Kezz]

Gunmetal eyes tracked the flight of a swallow overhead, finding himself momentarily lost in the unconditional beauty of creation. A smile threatened to kiss his wolverine lips - but it was stifled, swallowed down with ease, and as the sound of a stranger's hooves echoed out into the still air Dracken noted his restraint to be a stroke of luck. The other man slid out of the shadow, wearing elegance and a coat the colour of cloud and thunder complemented by a high hazel gaze. Beneath the grace, mind, there seemed a soft lick of uncertainty, but as Dracken blinked away his initial surprise he wondered if perhaps he was overreading this stranger. It wouldn't be the first time. Aloof, he shrugged at the other, his voice thick and gravelled —— "You're not intruding on anything," a pause, "Dracken. You?" Iscariot's grandson had not been granted the gift of conversation; he recalled the hours he'd spent in the hot rooms of his father's palace - alone, lurking sullenly, not participating but listening and observing instead.

▼SPACED. short n sweet. Saker is a cutie!!