Artist: N/A - Song: Bad Moon Rising- Word Count: 738
"Now, now you have decided."
The man would take a ragged breath exhaling into the warm air. Hayden's body seemed to be holding it's self together, the tired man slowly fading with each passing moment. He refused to show weakness, even with his chest in pain and his body broken- his shoulders rolled back, back straightened, and head looked down at her. He was her king, her ally. He was in pain, but he had a duty to perform and this act of defiance against his limits almost seemed like a challenge to life.
They would destroy his bravado, striding with the force and power of a lightning strike.
The man fell to a knee, letting out a sigh. His body felt old and disjointed right now, but that would not make him fail. As his.. whatever they where to him, beyond his 'hand', they looked worst for wear. Maybe this was their first chance of real combat but it was fine. This was what they lived for, people like he and her.
"You have worked hard today, you have found something within yourself, Abalia. I'm proud, woman. Vastime, and in turn this world, will have a faithful servant."
Hardened hands would reach out gripping her cheeks softly, blood smearing on her face slightly. He'd lean forward placing his forehead onto there own letting his raw force of will rip into the world. It was a small gift, a small means to enable her to perhaps endure the pain longer, the world around them beginning to become enshrouded in black.
If left undisturbed, the world around the king and the lawful servant would become nothing but black. The familiar feeling of the disjointedness which came with inter dimensional travel. That vague feeling of empiness and lack of gravity- which suddenly slammed back into you as the black void was replaced by the office of Hayden.
But yet, his hands would release her face- his body falling beside her own as he exhaled- exhausted. He'd just lay there, letting the soft sound of a ticking clock be the lullaby to drift him to sleep on his office floor.
Tomorrow, the next week, and this next year would be one of immense change. But tonight, it would simply be a silent celebration of sleep.