Oct 9, 2018
The Summoning by @wildkittewrites (AO3)
In the end, he dies alone. It’s kind of pathetic to die so close to home, really. But that’s where he dies and there’s nothing he can do about it. * He finally dies in water. He has run a long way, the moist ground squelching under his sandals. Blood seeps through his clothes, cuts bonedeep and aching. It colours the water with dark colours and the setting sun, spreading into spirals and curling around his form lovingly. Not that he didn’t know. That he would die young. It just didn’t seem that it would be so soon. He simply forgot. Ave, deis, morituri te salutant. -*-
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