and all their words for glory
well they always sounded empty
well they always sounded empty
Ulric didn’t like it – his inability to follow at the Regime’s side and watch over them as they made their way past the doors into where they were all to meet. He looked over every single unfamiliar face that passed them by with a critical eye, yet there was nothing he could do except to stand outside, wait, and hope for the best. At least in their stead, he could watch over the rest of Delumine’s citizens and ensure their safety until they went back.
Eventually, the doors shut, leaving the impressive groups that had gathered to wait, biding their time with baited breath. With a lofty sigh of his own, the Warden turned his back on the meeting area and sought out the familiar faces of his own land. Molten eyes fell first upon Eulalie and a gentle, yet strained smile tugged at his dark lips, but even that was soon to fade away as he soaked in the anxiety that plagued her expression. His ears tipped back in concern and before he could so much as murmur her name in response, she was speaking, and Ulric swore his ears betrayed him.
She was… expecting?
For a moment he could do nothing more than to stare long and hard, disbelief wrought in the angular edges of his profile. The image of Somnus’ final act towards the golden-haired warrior flashed in the back of his mind, a tender kiss shared between them before the Sovereign disappeared. Oh, he had taken notice of the amount of times they seemed to go off together, and deep down, Ulric wished for something more than simple friendship to become between them. After everything they had been through, Gods knew that they were both deserving of so much more than what they had.
”You’re-… you’re sure?” He asked only once the dumbfounded look had faded from his face, at least a little bit. Then, another question, softly spoken so as not to be overheard by those in passing. "... Does Somnus know?" An assumption, because if not with him, then who?
Eventually, the doors shut, leaving the impressive groups that had gathered to wait, biding their time with baited breath. With a lofty sigh of his own, the Warden turned his back on the meeting area and sought out the familiar faces of his own land. Molten eyes fell first upon Eulalie and a gentle, yet strained smile tugged at his dark lips, but even that was soon to fade away as he soaked in the anxiety that plagued her expression. His ears tipped back in concern and before he could so much as murmur her name in response, she was speaking, and Ulric swore his ears betrayed him.
She was… expecting?
For a moment he could do nothing more than to stare long and hard, disbelief wrought in the angular edges of his profile. The image of Somnus’ final act towards the golden-haired warrior flashed in the back of his mind, a tender kiss shared between them before the Sovereign disappeared. Oh, he had taken notice of the amount of times they seemed to go off together, and deep down, Ulric wished for something more than simple friendship to become between them. After everything they had been through, Gods knew that they were both deserving of so much more than what they had.
”You’re-… you’re sure?” He asked only once the dumbfounded look had faded from his face, at least a little bit. Then, another question, softly spoken so as not to be overheard by those in passing. "... Does Somnus know?" An assumption, because if not with him, then who?
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