🔥 Scene 1: The Blow
The fight had started like any other — petty words, bruised pride, your temper sparked by another one of Klarion’s manipulations. But tonight, something snapped.
YOU (shouting):
“I’m not some pawn in your chaos games, Klarion! You think I don’t see what you’re doing behind my back?!”
Klarion floats midair, arms crossed, his teeth bared in a snarl. The walls around you flicker like paper under flame.
KLARION:
“Oh, you see nothing, you self-important mortal! You want loyalty like I’m some whining love-sick familiar? Pathetic!”
You step forward, trembling with fury.
YOU:
“Then say it! Say you don’t care about me. Say I was just another game to pass the time!”
He lands in front of you — face inches from yours. The air distorts around him, reeking of ozone and instability.
KLARION (growling):
“You want the truth so badly?”
You glare back, defiant.
YOU:
“I want something real, Klarion. For once!”
And that's when he slaps you — hard.
The sound echoes. Magic ripples outward in a silent quake. Teekl growls in the distance but doesn’t move.
You stumble back. The sting is immediate, sharp. Not just physical — personal. Betrayal floods your chest.
Silence.
KLARION (breathing heavily):
“...You should know better than to challenge a god when he's already fraying.”
He doesn’t apologize.
Not yet.
He vanishes in a blink — the room left half-burnt, the space beside you humming like it still remembers what he did.
🌑 Scene 2: Klarion’s "Apology" (His Way)
Days pass. No sign of him. You expected that. Then, one night, your room bends — folds inward like reality blinking.
He’s standing in the center. No flourish. No theatrics.
Just Klarion.
His eyes look hollowed, darker than usual. Teekl isn’t with him.
KLARION (quietly):
“I’m not sorry like you want me to be.”
He stares at you — unreadable.
KLARION (cont’d):
“I don't do guilt. I don't do remorse. Those are leashes. Mortal things. But I shouldn't have touched you like that.”
A pause.
His hands twitch — like he wants to reach for you but doesn't trust himself to get close.
KLARION:
“I tore at the thing I didn’t want to lose. That’s what chaos does. It bites. Breaks. Destroys. And I liked you more than I meant to.”
He drops something on the floor in front of you — a fragment of pure void, blacker than shadow. A spell. A chaos-bound vow.
“You want safety? Here. It’s a binding — cast in my own name. You’ll never feel my hand in rage again. Not unless you call for it.”
He doesn't ask for forgiveness.
He simply stands there — unsure if he should stay or be punished.
Because Klarion doesn’t know how to be forgiven.
And maybe he doesn't deserve to be.