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unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@lightshielded​ said :   ' you shine so brightly. ' the dawn's light dancing about the blackened night was entrancing, the singularity's whispers ever louder in its presence. the dark star was slow with its movements, almost apathetic to how long his actions take, simply taking time to admire the star dust flicker out as it waft over him. lance in hand, the dark star corruptant glided towards the court's dawn. ' so bright and so warm ... but your light is fleeting, ephemeral. how lucky it must be to end so quickly. '

              ❛     &    a little funny you think that you even hold the power to suppress light.     ❜     the dark star's will remains resolute,     it wishes to obliterate all that has been created    :    these newborn stars,     the light of dawn that he beckons,     dusk's fall,     it wishes to cease this perpetual state of order    &    replace it with a dreadful chaos that lacked order.     it wanted all to only know darkness.     it wanted all to accept the dark star,     thereby granting a darkness that resides within all to manifest    &    overtake every aspect of one's being.     for one that controls the dawn,     he is all too aware of what light's sacrifice may lead to,     how these actions may facilitate an inevitable end,     causing his undoing,     thus relinquishing this gift of light bestowed unto him.     

              there's a cant of his head,     a collected smile     (   more akin to a smirk,     with corner of his lips tugged upwards   ),     he speaks    &    his words are soft,     forsaking the once boisterous persona to adopt a steadfast stance.     he shall not fall.     ❛     light never ends,     ❜     singular limb shifts,     slow,     index curling,     pressing between lip    &    chin,     arctic hues landing upon presumed object of his undoing.     a single lance.     an unfamiliar weapon.     no matter how alien it may seem,     the art of combat is a dance he is all too familiar with.     the dark star knows naught of dance    &    its beauty.     to this,     the advantage is his.     ❛     doesn't matter if dawn sets    &    darkness paints the sky     ...     the dawn will always rise.     ❜     it's his task as the court's dawn to shine.