Though that had barely covered it really -- the chaos of going to Kingsparrow Island, clawing his way up to the top of the lighthouse to find Emily. If he was well enough to find her, it was because of what Morgana had done to make him whole again. But when he came down from that tower with a child that was from that day forward, Empress now, and he, Lord Protector once more, she was nowhere to be found.
Gone back to her Kingdom of Avalon, where she had come from. Gone into the dark of the mists, he pondered in his more fanciful hours. Past any of the maps that they had, he'd wagered after a year or so of looking. Some will of the void perhaps then, that she had gone when he had finished his task. The deal they had struck on a boat long ago, he remembers her smile in the dark, the tumble of her hair over her shoulders on her bare skin. A lifetime ago, now, when her had threaded his fingers through it. A consolation to lonely days, kept him sane, kept him whole, kept his feet sure in finding a way forward when he had been so utterly lost. Gave him the space he needed to be something more again.
But then she had gone in the same space, and he supposed that was the will of the void too.
So it must be that as well, when he catches sight of her, across the length of the throne room. From his position near Emily, the room was revealed to him easily. But she seems almost a trick of shadows except he does not perceive as normal men do. Sees more than most and they whisper he is the eyes and ears of every rat in the city, such are his spies - Spymaster and Protector it seemed was a fearsome combination. Then again, he would certainly prove more loyal than the last, there would never be a discussion of where his allegiances lay again.
Rather he sees her, and she grows out of the dark corner of the room, the whisper of a dress that was nothing that would be found in Dunwall. He feels like he is chasing a trick of light that leads him unerringly as his gaze follows her shape through the courtiers that are in attendence. He clears his throat, a request to leave that Emily - discussing with her new Protector, waves him away for.
He weaves in a too quick step even though he is not a young man anymore. Especially not now, a brusque word of greeting that is acknowledgement and dismissal at the same time, he does not have the time.
He is too busy chasing a trick of mist and darkness, he is sure, that he cannot look away from. Seeing where it would lead him. ]
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Though that had barely covered it really -- the chaos of going to Kingsparrow Island, clawing his way up to the top of the lighthouse to find Emily. If he was well enough to find her, it was because of what Morgana had done to make him whole again. But when he came down from that tower with a child that was from that day forward, Empress now, and he, Lord Protector once more, she was nowhere to be found.
Gone back to her Kingdom of Avalon, where she had come from. Gone into the dark of the mists, he pondered in his more fanciful hours. Past any of the maps that they had, he'd wagered after a year or so of looking. Some will of the void perhaps then, that she had gone when he had finished his task. The deal they had struck on a boat long ago, he remembers her smile in the dark, the tumble of her hair over her shoulders on her bare skin. A lifetime ago, now, when her had threaded his fingers through it. A consolation to lonely days, kept him sane, kept him whole, kept his feet sure in finding a way forward when he had been so utterly lost. Gave him the space he needed to be something more again.
But then she had gone in the same space, and he supposed that was the will of the void too.
So it must be that as well, when he catches sight of her, across the length of the throne room. From his position near Emily, the room was revealed to him easily. But she seems almost a trick of shadows except he does not perceive as normal men do. Sees more than most and they whisper he is the eyes and ears of every rat in the city, such are his spies - Spymaster and Protector it seemed was a fearsome combination. Then again, he would certainly prove more loyal than the last, there would never be a discussion of where his allegiances lay again.
Rather he sees her, and she grows out of the dark corner of the room, the whisper of a dress that was nothing that would be found in Dunwall. He feels like he is chasing a trick of light that leads him unerringly as his gaze follows her shape through the courtiers that are in attendence. He clears his throat, a request to leave that Emily - discussing with her new Protector, waves him away for.
He weaves in a too quick step even though he is not a young man anymore. Especially not now, a brusque word of greeting that is acknowledgement and dismissal at the same time, he does not have the time.
He is too busy chasing a trick of mist and darkness, he is sure, that he cannot look away from. Seeing where it would lead him. ]