⟨ @maidendawn. ⟩
STRATEGY’S UNDOING PLAGUES his motives -- an anxiety now surging through his veins as he recognizes the very phrases that pour from a young girl’s words. His efforts to avoid any who bear the blood of their old world, wistfully incinerated. Her very soul bleeds resolve, an optimism only befitting of one man he’s ever met & he meets her gaze with this absence shielding his vision from hers. With a slight cough to clear his throat, he speaks.
‶ You. Who is your father ? ʺ & he is sure he already knows her answer.










