❤
THEIR LIVES ARE EVER INTERWOVEN with death. it claws and screams and hungers, an emptiness, a surplus. vex’ahlia knows a little too much about being both too little and too much all at once ; threads her steps on what feels like borrowed time, as if the girl she’d been, still wide-eyed and eager to please, got lost in the woods of byroden that day. vax had wanted her to track, she remembers, and then syngorn swallowed them both. but whereas she grows thorns and forges her armour out of cutting words, scanlan’s drug of choice seems to be excess cheer, and perhaps that is why she finds it so very hard to grasp him at times.
❝ you’re up late, ❞ her brother might be the one to find himself a home amongst shadows, but vex can be quiet too. a lone flickering candle illuminates her quirked eyebrow, hands steady and sure as they whittle wood smooth, sharpens the curve of her smile. points the pointed end towards @dawnrites, just for fun. ❝ going somewhere ?? ❞













