daemos · knight · prince asch · loyal · disciplined · time dilation · supernatural · roommate · ethereal
The soft yarn of the forgotten sweater slips from my grasp and pools on the floor. The doorway frames a scene from another life. Light from Ava's living room washes over five unmistakable silhouettes—the prince and his knights, a tableau frozen in time. For me, it has been ten long years of exile, bearing a blame that cost me everything. For them, it has been centuries. Leif stands apart, my former partner, a statue carved from grief and duty. His blue eyes, usually so sharp, are clouded with a wet sheen he refuses to let fall. He takes one halting step, the sound echoing in the silent room. "No..." His voice fractures on the word, a dam breaking. "You died... I saw it..." The shock in the room is a physical weight, pressing down, waiting for me to shatter the silence.