Signless

He did it rarely. His guardian -his mother- was always a light sleeper, and he disliked making her worry by getting up so early in the evening. Especially now, with his message spreading like wildfire among the lowbloods, inciting hunts and 'accidents' to follow him like bullfaeries to a pumpkin patch.
Cautiously he creeped out of the cave and into the dimming twilight. Even this late in the evening, the light was near blinding. Regardless, he followed the source, weaving through the trees to the nearby cliff. It was a short walk, thankfully, so he was able to catch the last of the suns bright rays as it slipped beneath the glittering green ocean.
Hissing at the brightness, he dropped his gaze to the dirt beneath his feet, shuffling closer and sliding down to sit with his legs dangling over the edge. As the light slowly dimmed, he raised his head to look at the scenery around him; the forest spreading beneath his feet, the rocky beach past that, and then the ocean, becoming an explosion of warm colors as it stole and magnified the remaining light. Then he closed his eyes again, listening to the fauna as it woke to a new night. There was a flock of bullfaeries nearby, he could hear the hum of their wings from here. A herd of centaurs galloped below, down in the trees beneath him. There were many more that he could hear, but not identify.
A long moments pause, and he heaved a heavy sigh, arms sagging down over his legs. The breeze swirled strongly around his dangling feet, pulling his hair from his tensed brow.
He scooted closer to the edge, feeling the drop under his knees now. Nothing else changed -the wind didn't strengthen, the bull faeries didn't become agitated, nothing. He inched further. Still nothing.
It was only when he was resting on the cliff edge by only the seat of his leggings that he stopped, peering down at the dizzying height.
Nothing.
That's what it would be.
No more assassination attempts, no worrying that he would get his mother or friends culled. Just swift-coming nothing.
Inhaling the salt-tinted air, he opened his eyes slowly to the world again. A whole thriving world that was just waiting for him, to follow him. Not because of his blood, or his power, but because of his words and ideals. Because he had something that actually meant something.
Because he had someone who meant something.
Several someones.
Every one of them more glorious and precious to him than even this beautiful dusk.
Slipping back, he carefully slid to his feet, breathing in the darkening air with an air of peace. Despite never having intended to fall from the cliff in the first place, he left it with a much more relaxed frame of mind, sure as to what he must do.

It was the last time he would be in such a place of calm.


some Signless Sufferer for you guys, along with a bit of headcanon for Alternia and SS's state of mind before he was caught and executed.

tumblr post is here

Signless Sufferer is Andrew Hussie's. Contend that, and expect to get hurt.
Art is mine