It’s only his expectations, really, that are thwarted.
Lord Asriel expects the aurora to burn, fierce and cold in the sky; he expects the snow to whip into his eyes, the wind to rise against him. He expects to see the city in the lights.
But then -
But then, something happens that he doesn’t expect.
He sees the speck, falling
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Thank you! I'm glad you liked :P
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Hope you use him in fic again!
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