[ Far from honorable, the tempest they unleash upon the Merrow and its pond, Asura's lightning dancing wild and unrestrained within the enclosure of Sokie's unequaled design. And with each and every devastating strike, he is energized by the feel of his power intermingling with her own, and though it pales in comparison to the rush of adrenaline brought about by the physicality of a fight, the abandon to be found in casting is one hell of a ride. One which Asura ceases to entertain when the bulk of his magic has been expended, that ever-present itch gone from the back of his mind.
When the storm stops, smoke floats from the corpse upon the water, and the surrounding forest is still. And Asura, who'd raced with Sokie hand in hand to this grave conclusion, is quiet himself, ravendark lashes sweeping low over green eyes as he stares out, at the water, as he sees in the Merrow every Changeling he'd put down for the safety of others.
That creature did not deserve to be slave to the shell which encased it, no more than any Changeling deserved to be lost to the madness imposed upon them by their altered forms; their time held as prisoner in Arcadia, and yet... who could escape it, in the end?
Even Asura himself is not so invulnerable. ]
Radio, someone still loves you. [ —he sings softly in eulogy, breaking the silence, turning to face the woman he'd call his friend before asking: ]
You think it'll be safe to bury the body? [ It's the just thing to do. ]
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When the storm stops, smoke floats from the corpse upon the water, and the surrounding forest is still. And Asura, who'd raced with Sokie hand in hand to this grave conclusion, is quiet himself, ravendark lashes sweeping low over green eyes as he stares out, at the water, as he sees in the Merrow every Changeling he'd put down for the safety of others.
That creature did not deserve to be slave to the shell which encased it, no more than any Changeling deserved to be lost to the madness imposed upon them by their altered forms; their time held as prisoner in Arcadia, and yet... who could escape it, in the end?
Even Asura himself is not so invulnerable. ]
Radio, someone still loves you. [ —he sings softly in eulogy, breaking the silence, turning to face the woman he'd call his friend before asking: ]
You think it'll be safe to bury the body? [ It's the just thing to do. ]