i wonder which will get you killed faster - your loyalty
Years, seasons, cycles, contorted into a semblance of time and space where turmoil, confusion, and chaos had taken root. War had extended into their slightly fragmented relationship, as dread, apprehension, safety, and choices had flickered in and out of their lives; and despite every promise he could offer, she’d still sought sanctuary elsewhere. He couldn’t have blamed her – never had – for he’d always known Kiada to do exactly that: persist. Persevere. Remain. Sometimes from death itself, sometimes in alterations where he hadn’t recognized her immediately.
The Warden gave notice of his trip to Evie and several other guards, for the variations in land mass would ensure this trip would be longer than it used to be. The Climb, broken off from Halo, remained along horizons as he flew and plunged, bag tucked safely in his talons, a thousand inquiries launching in his mind – how she’d come to be able to taste or feel or –
Maybe it didn’t matter. She was safe and alive and that was that.
Once descending, the rest of the wake and walk was familiar. It didn’t take him long to bypass gore crows or decimate the blind rats lurking nearby, the plumes of Frey’s Breath pinpointed like a map in his skull. Striding along the aperture, he caught her presence by the edge of the springs, head tilting, vaguely uncertain how to even address things anymore between them. So he settled for a rumble in his chest, waiting permission, maybe some admittance to proceed, voice resounding along the caverns without meaning to startle or press. “Hey.”
The Warden gave notice of his trip to Evie and several other guards, for the variations in land mass would ensure this trip would be longer than it used to be. The Climb, broken off from Halo, remained along horizons as he flew and plunged, bag tucked safely in his talons, a thousand inquiries launching in his mind – how she’d come to be able to taste or feel or –
Maybe it didn’t matter. She was safe and alive and that was that.
Once descending, the rest of the wake and walk was familiar. It didn’t take him long to bypass gore crows or decimate the blind rats lurking nearby, the plumes of Frey’s Breath pinpointed like a map in his skull. Striding along the aperture, he caught her presence by the edge of the springs, head tilting, vaguely uncertain how to even address things anymore between them. So he settled for a rumble in his chest, waiting permission, maybe some admittance to proceed, voice resounding along the caverns without meaning to startle or press. “Hey.”
or your stubbornness?
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