when the invitation arrived, he did not glance it at twice. it is not strange that he finds the familiarity with the corners of the castle that refused to let anyone see comforting, but his fingers brush across the walls, intent in searching for anything he can learn. his shoulders barely move as he inspects all that is possible, posture straight and deceptively instinctive, the few times his face is found under a light looking effortlessly calm and beautiful even when he’s singing to himself. there were things that had always come naturally to him, and his eyes holding this gentleness was not one of them.
but it was still a natural progression of his life. he continues his singing, half-ancient and half-human and nothing in between, the softness in his eyes genuine and with the few hints of what could be a smile as the tunes continue in the dimly lighted hallway. his voice stops when he hears something near.
his gaze falls upon towards the sound, a curious expression in his features. another would have no choice but to look away but for some reason — unfathomable, inexplicable in every way he could understand, it almost feels like he’s waiting for someone. or maybe, he has gone through this before, meeting in the cold and in the dark. memory of a memory, his mind whispers in a language he’s intimate with but that still offers no answers. “Any louder and I’ll believe you are not lost.”
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