Don't talk of worlds that never were/ The end is all that's ever true
[ It's not uncommon for any, or all of the hollows residing in the dream-castle along the outskirts of the nexus to go off on their own for days, sometimes even a week, or two at a time.
But, when a week becomes two, and two become four, well...then it's a little worrying.
After so long without contact, or even a hint of familiar reiatsu in any of the places Knight would usually haunt, Queen was anxious. She looked, and looked - stretching out her senses as much as she possibly could, but still...nothing.
And so, after several days of searching, of walking the lonely, cold shores of the ocean, she returns to the castle subdued.
Sad? Yes, that's a part of it...but mostly? She is angry. Angry that he had the nerve to do this to her. To leave her behind, when he knew enough to know she hated this feeling. Her reiatsu is tightly woven around herself - an attempt to freeze the all too familiar grief sitting in her empty chest.
...Sitting on her throne, with her arms around her drawn up knees, she fiddles with the anklet decorated with bones, and the scrawled "name" that Knight had so cherished.
A lonely Queen, in a lonely castle. ]
But, when a week becomes two, and two become four, well...then it's a little worrying.
After so long without contact, or even a hint of familiar reiatsu in any of the places Knight would usually haunt, Queen was anxious. She looked, and looked - stretching out her senses as much as she possibly could, but still...nothing.
And so, after several days of searching, of walking the lonely, cold shores of the ocean, she returns to the castle subdued.
Sad? Yes, that's a part of it...but mostly? She is angry. Angry that he had the nerve to do this to her. To leave her behind, when he knew enough to know she hated this feeling. Her reiatsu is tightly woven around herself - an attempt to freeze the all too familiar grief sitting in her empty chest.
...Sitting on her throne, with her arms around her drawn up knees, she fiddles with the anklet decorated with bones, and the scrawled "name" that Knight had so cherished.
A lonely Queen, in a lonely castle. ]