[ Everything is quiet. The stillness goes beyond a mere hush, it's almost an emptiness. A nothing. One could say it's a sort of waiting. An anticipation. A longing.
One could also be a lonely fool, long caught in a dreamless slumber, slumped back on a throne not his own.
He's as still as a statue himself. Motionless as the tower that he guards. Or that guards him? It's hard to remember anymore.
But in the distance, there's a long groaning creak. A tingle of magic as wards are accessed, breached. A stir of air as massive doors swing inwards.
And from the slumped figure atop the throne, a single red ear twitches faintly in reaction. ]
comes for your feels >.>
One could also be a lonely fool, long caught in a dreamless slumber, slumped back on a throne not his own.
He's as still as a statue himself. Motionless as the tower that he guards. Or that guards him? It's hard to remember anymore.
But in the distance, there's a long groaning creak. A tingle of magic as wards are accessed, breached. A stir of air as massive doors swing inwards.
And from the slumped figure atop the throne, a single red ear twitches faintly in reaction. ]