@seraphicwept: ❝ perhaps, we should have found a spell to freeze time in that dining hall. ❞ / from mya to anders
𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ; an ache that throbbed, nestled between his ribs, that beckoned unsteady hands so that they might pry apart the strictures of his sternum to seek healing, knowing full well none was to be found. the years were too numerous to ignore, stretching out between them ; a chasm, it seemed, as though the ground itself has opened its maw to swallow them both. vigil’s keep was not as he’d remembered it ––– and yet it was as it had always been, ever unchanging. a staunch statement stamping its foot so that it might entrench itself into the lay of the land. and there was she, amidst the dreary cobblestone ––– a surprise despite being the very ends to which he’d aspired in trekking all this way.
a farewell tour of sorts, he knew ; had known the siren song of a blighted call, as coaxing as it was maddening. but the rivers and wood in which he’d found his refuge ever since justice had claimed his dues could not keep him hidden from that which enriched tainted blood. it was the knowing that had set foot to paths traveled that ended here. ❛ perhaps you’re right, ❜ he says, the sentiment a stone, sinking until it bottomed out in his belly. his fingers twitch, tightening their grip on the strap of his pack. was it foolish? to seek her out before the inevitable claimed them both? bedraggled as he felt, hair having grown to such a length so as to tie up entirely ––– he is not, he thinks, the man in her memory. ❛ but it’s good to see you, my friend. ❜ he swallows, and feels the first drop of rain fall upon his cheek. perhaps he had asked for too much, when he had given too little.
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