Shadewood the sun's blood on my hands [M]

Indestructible. That was what she looked to be. Some kind of lunar object that could not even remotely be smashed and torn, broken or sent careening into the Void. But Cry knew better-
the woman was mortal. They all were. 
She was not indestructible.

“Gwen,” his baritones choked out, emotions beyond his grasp all fighting for a spotlight. Greed, lust, anger, vengeance, havoc. Love, passion, vehemence, agony. 
All of them however, thrust out as her name was followed by his next words.

”Something is wrong. And I don’t know whether-“ his throat caught, ravaged mind struggling for something right in this wrong situation. “You should leave, or whether I should leave.”

Your tears don’t fall- they crash around me.

His disorientation only furthered as he tried to meet her eyes. 
So he kept them away. Those sapphires made him feel things. 
They hurt.

”I am sick. And it will not go away.” 

We’re going nowhere.

His children needed to be kept away-until it was time.
He wanted them to be safe- until he needed them to know their destiny.
He wanted no harm to be done to them- unless they bestowed it upon others..

Ebony auds flipped backwards as his crown dipped; almost symbolically, he could near feel the majesty fall from his head.