this is the impasse. the headache. the chore. where a forked road functioned as a distraction and all chatter at the far end of their party turns back to him. asks without asking whether or not his heading was true. they could've been following in circles and he imagined their pace wouldn't have changed much. overeager for their bedrolls, his eyes trace the outline of one set of shoulders.. another. each passed without a second glance meant patience had run its course and damaen's wave was just as much a dismissal as it were disregard. " go where you please if you've somewhere else to be. " surely their parasitic tag-alongs would wait.
it's how the afternoon went. bled a funny trickle into eve and a crested moon made short work out of dispersing the crowd. let the gith snarl in her tent.. the mage could pout to his silent goddess and for all her wisdom they'd be no further come morning if his mind hadn't settled. why, he imagined, her stare rankled so sure. around the conch of a pointed ear.. down the slope of his neck and the tendon strained there upon as he turned to catch her. large eyes, too unlike his own to feel any true connection, aridani earns the rise of his lip.
" —what ? " cool, neither barking nor confrontational, the lull that follows harbors shadows of his quick-sinking mood. what's lost, nightly, to the call. cruel, whispering, an unscratchable itch sits at the back of his throat and what was meant to be casual collapses his posture into a stubborn slouch instead. close to a curl, defensive and obstinate, " save your songs for.. " —anyone else. for the morning, dawn more palatable than this shivering darkness he hears far too many noises in already. save it for days worth celebrating.. for a mind unchallenged. " another occasion. "
@fatecalled / #hallowhymn , 𑣲⋆
