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miscellaneous_sectionCollection Title: Beyond the Haze
Chapter Title: The Jealous Heart
Author's Name: OverthinkingMind
Archive of Our Own
Chapter Title: The Jealous Heart
Author's Name: OverthinkingMind
Warnings: "Choose Not to Use"
Fandom: Visionaries: Knights of the Magical Light
Characters: Darkstorm, Mortdred, Cravex
Ratings: Not Rated
Pairings: N/A
Word Count: 448
Collection Summary: A small collection of ficlets dedicated to the Darkling Lords. Be it character explorations, leisurely moments, or battles; these are their tales on Prysmos.
Chapter Summary: The Darkling Lords enjoy a warm dinner, but Darkstorm's mind is distracted with something else.
Author's Note: Inspired by Thinking by swordznsorceryArchive of Our Own
The night was young for the Darkling Lords, and they were settled in the warm dining hall of the castle. They were wearing their most comfortable attire to dinner, the main course for tonight was chickpea soup with small chunks of chicken and rye bread on the side.
Cindarr was gobbling it down as he commented, “Finally! Something filling.”
A thought that they could all agree upon as they ate. But Darkstorm was distracted by one thing. One thing that has crept into his mind ever since he recruited those four knights, and one of them made it worse.
Hate.
A bubbling, burning pit of spite that every man has felt in their heart at one point or another. If a man could ever hate someone more than his sworn enemy, Leoric, then Darkstorm had found a way.
Darkstorm looked to where Mortdred sat. He was in the middle between Cindarr and at the far corner Cravex. Mortdred sitting with other people other than him. It seemed too far for comfort. And the worse thing for him was that Mortdred was paying attention to Cravex more than usual.
He concentrated on eating his meal, but the feeling continued to fester. ‘I don’t understand what he sees in him. He’s a homeless scavenger with a temper. He practically has nothing.’
Darkstorm continued thinking, contemplating as he ate. This hate was different from what he’s used to. It wasn’t one of combat, struggle and power, but of something else. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
His eyes wondered back to Mortdred and Cravex. They were chattering, eating, and laughing without a care in the world. The feeling swelled in his chest again, his grip on his spoon tighten as he looked away.
He hated it when Mortdred wasn’t paying attention to him. He despised seeing him happy with someone else. Most of all, he hated Cravex. Darkstorm respected and trusted him to an extent, but he hated everything about him.
He hated how upfront he can be. He hated his sarcasm. He hated that out of all the people Cravex interacts with, it had to be Mortdred of all people! His loyal servant of two years unknowingly drifting away from him.
The very idea of Mortdred one day leaving him made Darkstorm’s blood boil. The very thought of Mortdred forgetting about him one day made his skin crawl.
And it was all because of that scavenger he saved.
‘I should have left him hanging by his ankles back in the mountain!’ reflected Darkstorm, taking a swig of his mead.
The drink should’ve been the sweetest brew he ever had, but it only tasted bitter and thick to him.
Cindarr was gobbling it down as he commented, “Finally! Something filling.”
A thought that they could all agree upon as they ate. But Darkstorm was distracted by one thing. One thing that has crept into his mind ever since he recruited those four knights, and one of them made it worse.
Hate.
A bubbling, burning pit of spite that every man has felt in their heart at one point or another. If a man could ever hate someone more than his sworn enemy, Leoric, then Darkstorm had found a way.
Darkstorm looked to where Mortdred sat. He was in the middle between Cindarr and at the far corner Cravex. Mortdred sitting with other people other than him. It seemed too far for comfort. And the worse thing for him was that Mortdred was paying attention to Cravex more than usual.
He concentrated on eating his meal, but the feeling continued to fester. ‘I don’t understand what he sees in him. He’s a homeless scavenger with a temper. He practically has nothing.’
Darkstorm continued thinking, contemplating as he ate. This hate was different from what he’s used to. It wasn’t one of combat, struggle and power, but of something else. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
His eyes wondered back to Mortdred and Cravex. They were chattering, eating, and laughing without a care in the world. The feeling swelled in his chest again, his grip on his spoon tighten as he looked away.
He hated it when Mortdred wasn’t paying attention to him. He despised seeing him happy with someone else. Most of all, he hated Cravex. Darkstorm respected and trusted him to an extent, but he hated everything about him.
He hated how upfront he can be. He hated his sarcasm. He hated that out of all the people Cravex interacts with, it had to be Mortdred of all people! His loyal servant of two years unknowingly drifting away from him.
The very idea of Mortdred one day leaving him made Darkstorm’s blood boil. The very thought of Mortdred forgetting about him one day made his skin crawl.
And it was all because of that scavenger he saved.
‘I should have left him hanging by his ankles back in the mountain!’ reflected Darkstorm, taking a swig of his mead.
The drink should’ve been the sweetest brew he ever had, but it only tasted bitter and thick to him.