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anythingdrabbleTitle: A Sun Of His Own
He'd had to put Solaire down with his own blade but somehow it didn't feel right to mourn the jovial sun-priest. Not because he didn't miss Solaire and feel awful for what he'd done. No, he just stopped thinking of death as the worst possible thing. Not here in Lordraen.
He was properly dead. For good. He'd achieved his life's ambition - if Solaire said he'd found a sun then he had, he was the expert on suns, and what was a sun except something you get burned because you're too close to?
Solaire's soul was truly at peace now.
Fandom: Dark Souls
Characters/pairings: male Chosen Undead, Solaire
Word count: 100
Rating: PG-13/gen
Tags: character deaths, angst
Summary: It no longer makes sense to mourn people, too much in a land where death isn't the worst thing.
Summary: It no longer makes sense to mourn people, too much in a land where death isn't the worst thing.
He'd had to put Solaire down with his own blade but somehow it didn't feel right to mourn the jovial sun-priest. Not because he didn't miss Solaire and feel awful for what he'd done. No, he just stopped thinking of death as the worst possible thing. Not here in Lordraen.
He was properly dead. For good. He'd achieved his life's ambition - if Solaire said he'd found a sun then he had, he was the expert on suns, and what was a sun except something you get burned because you're too close to?
Solaire's soul was truly at peace now.
