angels fall and darkness reigns

The low chuff caught his attention mere moments after it had left the Queen's lips to break through the chilling silence made more harsh by the cold dusk that had settled in around them. He had heard her approach, of course, her scent had drifted his way but it was not until Cara had given him a verbal acknowledgment that he returned the favor, glimpsing leisurely over his shoulder to allow his eyes of fierce, fiery liquid gold to rake upon her form with distant interest and mild but disengaged curiosity that he did not intend to act upon. Mostly, he was remember the way their eyes had met during the acceptance meeting, though odd Sinaaq chose not to capitalize upon it. There was little to no use in pondering, and no gain in caring enough to bring it up.

For a moment he looked away from her, returning his gaze back upon the horizon, studying the marrying of colors, fierce and burning as they were, reminiscent of the night he had slaughtered Glimmer for trying to take Adlartok from him. Looking back upon it now, the darkling considered that he should have let the bitch take his nephew and spare him the heartbreak of the ignorant child's betrayal that he now suffered from. If Sinaaq knew then what he knew now there was much that he would change, so many choices and courses he would alter in attempts to save whatever was left of cracked and fissured heart, so much more damaged than it had first been.

The first step to ensuring that it never happened again was simple and complicated. He would have to kill what was making him ill and he believed it to span from matters regarding the heart. Not so much the physical as the emotional, the mental metaphor of it; and despite what he put off Sinaaq was not incapable of emotions. "Sunsets like this make the skyline look like it has been set aflame," Sinaaq broke his silence before he glimpsed over his shoulder once more to stare at her, unabashed. "Wouldn't you agree?"