Willful the construction and subsequent upkeep of ignorance, errand only a fool may tend to. Once he may have permitted such, a safety precaution drawn taunt against the delicate chambers of untouched heart, shied from the iron that settled at their core. Long had been the time since such measures had grown more taxing and offered meagre profit, discarded alongside the naivety childhood is built around. Almost he wished to take the mantle once more, the ceaseless hum of contempt that rang through the halls piling up.

None was about him, of no matter any of it, so why must his heart grow heavy in his chest and his anger become magma searing his taunt veins.

Minimal the escape the heat scoured world beyond opened gates offered yet advantage taken, along crags treading, observed the lacking growth that adorned volcanic land. Visited upon beyond these shores laden with rubble and stone winter, yet here a distant dream had it grown, chased from old bones a chill he had tasted only on expedition elsewhere. Almost fond the gaze he cast where the ocean lapped at the shore, broken as voices arose, conversation he was not privy to and thus uninvited within. Curiosity a cruel and dangerous thing, trajectory shifting until he may enter a proximity permitting identification.

The boy king seemed courageous, even as evident grew his dour disposition, the final snippets he caught from Dead making clear enough thoughts he had caged behind empty eyes. "It is just empty talk," soft the rumble Dylluan allowed to tumble from lips shifting ever slightly upward, singular corner brief in the rise, lopsided smile falling in moments. Comfort meant, though if achieved he cared not to check as vision settled upon the flowing magma. "You're una us, they just can't get their heads outta their asses and accept that."

Do you accept that?

Mocking voice rang through his head, heavy the breath that arose from nostrils, head lowering slightly. Had he been strong enough to admit such dangerous truth he would have permitted a resounding no to bypass his lips, yet upon tail may chase a for now.

With age comes wisdom.

Witness to such, and other methods of deliverance pertaining to message same at core, yet ease had dictated his disregard. Minimal the worth behind years seen passed when unutilised, each a mere vessel, a manner in which to garner the true worth found in experience. For such he may grow humble but assured of his acceptance, his days a trivial thing when contest was staged between time and lived ordeals.

Slight the fondness that seeped forth through uplifted corners, beyond himself the chance to halt such before it began to bloom, a delicate ghost of a smile unnoticed. For only so long such occurred, realisation paired with a tremble, a desire to rid himself of it. It lingered there, however, seemed almost more prominent against soft blue backdrop. Cruel the moniker of boy he handed other with such fluid ease, such in eyes weary beneath jade, though no longer may he be called such. Fool the one to disregard how dogged the vitriol towards Brym had been, even from the days he was a fresh face among their ranks, despised for favour of their king had he received.

"Only speaking the truth." And he was. Still the title of King rankled, seemed embers burning his tongue as it was held and swallowed, but hope was still there. Retained his neutral mindset for now, all the same particular the fleeting warmth in eyes that touched upon visage of bone.