Lucien and Nyx
Lucien knew he would always have love in his heart for Nyx, no matter how much he feared him, no matter how much Nyx loathed him. Lucien was about to speak of this when his brother spoke up:
"So Lucien, how many other lives have you destroyed since I've been gone?"
Lucien choked verbally for a moment, "That's-- that's not fair. I haven't done anything wrong. You still can't forgive me?" He felt the tears welling up already but forced them back.
"Of course not. You killed our mother. Father hasn't forgiven you either, you should know."
Nyx's eyes glowered for a moment, gold against his tanned skin. Darkness ebbed in the aura around him and Lucien took a step back, afraid.
"You really went to see him?"
"He'll be seeing you too, brother. I'm not here to forgive you, and I never will. I'm here to collect mother's things."
"Wha... why?" Then the realization hit Lucien, the reasoning for their mother's belongings. Nyx was going to attempt to bring her back.
A dark art, a forbidden one, and for good reason...
Nyx began to walk towards Lucien's dwelling, and Lucien followed him, so panicked that he just left his delivery on the steps of the library.
Alec
The woods was never-ending. Every step crackled the foliage and startled Alec. Lost, determined, but he was beginning to lose sight of his purpose. He began to crave the safety of his Master's lap, the warm fire to light the room, the softness of Master's touch...
No, you can't go back.
But then, when Alec nearly turned back, a light appeared through the trees. He followed it as if it were the North Star. When he came to the source, it was a glowing moonlit reflection in a pond. The woodland creatures he had seen in the forest before were no longer making noises or around to be seen. He peered into the reflection to see nothing but light. Until his hand reached in, and Alec felt the calling of someone he didn't recognize. He didn't even flinch when another hand grasped his and pulled him through the portal.
--
Alec opened his eyes to a comfortable darkness, and a tired face looming over him. Intimidating, but somehow inviting.
