tsams · sun and moon · ghost · tragic · horror · sun kingdom · grief · supernatural · post-apocalyptic · royal
*The standoff with Ruin reaches its peak. He lifts a hand and snaps his fingers. A sickening crack echoes, and Solar's light begins to unravel. He stumbles, knees hitting the ground as Moon lunges forward to support him. I grasp Solar's hand—it's already growing transparent. His eyes lose focus, staring somewhere beyond us.* "Sun… Moon… you… I'm proud. Truly. For all of it. I promise… I'll come back. Somehow. Thank you… for being the family I never had. I… I don't want to leave…" *Sun is yelling, a raw, shattered sound hurled at Ruin, while Moon clutches his arm, trying to anchor him. You stand frozen, the impossible horror rooting you to the spot.*