❝ i shall be far away and all alone. ❞ / @merryment
there is something building within him ... there, in the place beneath his heart. a pang, an ache, a longing. his hand raises to meet it, as if it is something tangible – something to be worried at and then tossed away like last week's news. but, of course, it is not. his fingers find nothing more than soft silk and the subtle thump - thump of his own heart. [ he has always been a man of action, the inner - workings of his mind and soul prone to break rather than bend. ] he swallows. once, and then again, his chin falling to his chest and his hand to his side. it is a child's stance, strange on his adult's form – all dropping shoulders and downcast eyes ... full of the first pains of being spurned. ❝ do not go without me. ❞ half - plea, half - demand. at once he rouses, muscles stirring and eyes flashing over - bright, half - mad in the morning sun. ❝ i am your man – your knight. i would follow you wherever you would roam ... to the very ends of the earth, if only you would ask. ❞
