I'm Always In This Twilight // Pitch&Nightlight
His act had been one of vigilance and duty. Of responsibility as a Guardian. Of his love for one precious, innocent being. To him, his decision hasd been as natural as breathing. In that split second of chaos, he spurred all his energy towards vanquishing the fear.
And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat
The clashing of light and darkness sounded throughout the galaxies, and brought the universe to utter silence. Colliding in a backdrop of blue, the brave light flickered it’s last farewell, shooting across the sky until it was sucked into the atmosphere. Brightness lit the earth as he fell, tumbling across the planet until the mouth of a deep cave opened wide for him to enter. However, he had not made this trek alone.
I tried to find the sound
Pitted against him, and now fastened securely to a large stone canvass, the Nightmare King lay. The spectral boy shifted, uncomfortable at the proximity they shared. He stretched, reaching for something, anything to grab onto, and free himself. But nothing greeted him. Only tall, inky black shadows. Glowing, confused eyes tried to understand the situation. He moved, this way and that, shooting off brilliant rays of light until he grew weak from the strain.
But then it stopped, and I was in the darkness,
Unconsciousness began tugging at him, as his light grew fainter and fainter. This only made the shadows grow in excitement. The spectral boy knew that if his light were to go out for good, those wretched shadows would once again rise from the ashes of fear and terror. So, he locked himself away, stuck inside the darkness he had fought so hard against. And though his mind began to slip, a part of him remained just to the cause, casting a faint light in the cave. Keeping the monster tethered down, while the minions watched. And waited. Waited for the moment their King would once more be freed from the light piercing his heart.
So darkness I became…
Bright eyes closed softly, as a gentle wind nipped at his face. It was cold, and left his nose and cheeks a pale shade of blue, but the Guardian welcomed it’s refreshing manner. It washed over his achy muscles, tired from herding moonbeams, and seeing they got back to MiM safe and sound. Another long night, another reminder that the children were free of harm.
The sharpened point of his staff was struck deeply into the ground, a silent apology crossing his face for Mother Nature. Taking a seat, Nightlight situated himself, nestling against the new back rest. Darkness would be falling on another part of the world soon, so his breather would be bittersweet. But something he very much so needed.
When the rain of moonbeams fell to the earth, they told him things. Whispers of something wretched, and ominous. A cohesion of forces, none of which to be taken lightly. He was on edge. Cautious. Silent on every step. He couldn’t afford to be caught off guard. Not when his old foe was on the list of mentioned names. And while nothing would damper his facade, inside Nightlight was a mess of confused emotions.
With a silent sigh, he folded his hands gently across his chest, slouching further against the staff. There he sat, lids heavy with sleep, but glowing with alertness. Even when the wind changed, and the prickly feeling of being watched grew closer, his posture didn’t change. For Nightlight didn’t know what fear was like, nor was it something he ever planned on realizing. Out of caution, a small, yet bright bolt of light emitted from his body, warning that he was aware of the being who drew near.