@sybeaumont
after checking on purnelle, he’d been sitting by her bedside for the majority of the time. refusing to eat any meals or leave until aeron knew that she was totally stable. his hand was encased in her lifeless one. fiery red hair sprawled out on the pillow, her chest moved up in down in even breathing-- for that he was grateful. the kradaecan tutor would have his heart, always. but he loved sybil, yes, loves. it wasn’t until he felt her body fading away in his arms did he determine his feelings. it’s love. but none that compares to his love for purnelle. his eyes are red, a deeper one than the color of her hair, but a clear indicator of his many tears in the night. “sybil,” he mumbles, squeezing her hand lightly. “wake up, please.”













