vision || childofshadow
Alina snorted. “Really? You never visit me anymore like this. What are the grounds for such a claim? Are you that tired?”
As far as the Darkling could look tired, he really did look that tired. A limp was something she never really expected to see the Darkling with, even after her first use of merzost, or rather, his merzost, or rather, their merzost. Injured Darkling. Slightly disorienting.
"Now, I wasn’t the only one playing with the tether," Alina said sharply, straightening up as he came closer. "What did you want?"
Hearing her laugh, even if it was out of spite or bitterness for what had transpired between them, steadied him. It was familiar territory; made her seem less a powerful being that had snatched his very foundation from under him--and something from inside him at the same time--but rather tame. Just a girl who wanted to get her own way.
And yet, he still wasn't quite relaxed.
"I'm always tired," was the Darkling's simple answer. "In more than a few ways. But I've grown accustomed to it." His voice was smooth, placating, a voice he might have used to calm the dying stag had he been alone with it. Graceful fingers made their way over the dark wood of the table to cover her hand. "It's hardly a problem."












