[ He could feel it, both physically and mentally, the fight between darkness and Sion as the king fights to reclaim his body. Tieria keeps his hold tight, afraid that if he let go, Sion will fall into the abyss of the consuming darkness. The turbulent shift of mana within his mentor goes on for what seems like forever until his golden eyes are the only source of light in the room.
The room, now a black hole in all capacity, frightens Tieria. For once, he's worried about the life of someone who isn't a part of Celestial Being, someone from a foreign world, whose background he knows nothing about but he cares for all the same. Sion has been a steady source of constant presence in his Ensprise's life, the one responsible for making life of magic and strange tales tolerable in it's own irritating way. Tieria wishes nothing but safety for him. But that simple wish is beginning to erodes away, eaten by a darkness, a presence from within Sion himself. Why?
He's afraid, he really is. The darkness that is clawing out of Sion is also trying to claw into him. But he doesn't let go, he couldn't let go. He knows somehow, that if he does, he would lose Sion to it. So despite the unknown danger of going up against an enemy he knows next to nothing about, he stubbornly keeps his arms tight around Sion.
When he feels movements and then heard the all too familiar but uncharacteristically weak voice of his mentor, he blinks and tightens the hold, glad above all else, that he's back.
The complain of waking the tower or crushing him? He doesn't care. ]
You're safe...
[ That's all that matters. He reaches up to strokes the back of Sion's head gently as he rest, allowing silence to wraps around them as they both regains their senses. All the while, he keeps his eyes on Sion to be sure he wouldn't suddenly goes out again. In the absence of the darkness, their own mana slowly but surely, returns to form the all familiar mana link between them again. ]
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The room, now a black hole in all capacity, frightens Tieria. For once, he's worried about the life of someone who isn't a part of Celestial Being, someone from a foreign world, whose background he knows nothing about but he cares for all the same. Sion has been a steady source of constant presence in his Ensprise's life, the one responsible for making life of magic and strange tales tolerable in it's own irritating way. Tieria wishes nothing but safety for him. But that simple wish is beginning to erodes away, eaten by a darkness, a presence from within Sion himself. Why?
Don't die, Sion Astal. Don't die...Please don't die.
Neil, what should I do?
He's afraid, he really is. The darkness that is clawing out of Sion is also trying to claw into him. But he doesn't let go, he couldn't let go. He knows somehow, that if he does, he would lose Sion to it. So despite the unknown danger of going up against an enemy he knows next to nothing about, he stubbornly keeps his arms tight around Sion.
When he feels movements and then heard the all too familiar but uncharacteristically weak voice of his mentor, he blinks and tightens the hold, glad above all else, that he's back.
The complain of waking the tower or crushing him? He doesn't care. ]
You're safe...
[ That's all that matters. He reaches up to strokes the back of Sion's head gently as he rest, allowing silence to wraps around them as they both regains their senses. All the while, he keeps his eyes on Sion to be sure he wouldn't suddenly goes out again. In the absence of the darkness, their own mana slowly but surely, returns to form the all familiar mana link between them again. ]