@porticosdaughter. cont.
royce pulls a face, wrinkles up his nose, tries not to think too hard about the way things are going. the city can’t be this bad forever, he knows, but it’ll have to get worse before it gets better. that he’s certain of. it means nothing good for mages like him, he knows that too.
part of him wants to ask if she would come with him if he left. mum’s talking about heading west, see, and i thought maybe, if you’d want to, you could tag along. the words don’t find his lips, though. instead, he busies himself taking a sip of his now-too-warm drink. he could never ask such a thing of her.
and maybe he’s scared of the answer he might get.
‘ dunno how you see it, ’ he admits quietly. ‘ but i do love that about you. i do. --do you really think that, or are you just trying to make me feel better? ’