"Dusking Sun… I've known you for a bit now, but never have I ever thought you were someone who can make jokes. Please tell me this is just a bad one…" I said as I didn't even want to consider the implications of what the Dusking Sun meant.
Even saying the words felt wrong. The name he dropped still lingered in the room like a stain spreading through water, and the expression on his face made everything worse. Dusking Sun was many things, loud, reckless, impatient, occasionally insufferable, but he was not someone who frightened easily.
Yet now there was a tension in him that refused to hide itself. His shoulders remained rigid. His gaze stayed fixed, not wandering even slightly. There was none of his usual irritation, none of the fiery impulsiveness that defined him. That absence alone made my stomach tighten.
He shook his head, "I would never joke about things like this…"
Of course he wouldn't, the fucker almost killed him. And brought the Lord of Lords to the brink of madness.
