โ I'm tired. โ
And yet there is nothing dim about her. Sheโs no idea how well she suits here, how well here suits her, this City of Stars and Dreams and the way it bends to her as if itโd only been waiting. Heโd been waiting too. Sheโs bright around the edges, shimmering like Starfall personified despite the exhaustion in her eyes, and he thinks if he said so, sheโd probably swing at him for the insolence. Maybe heโd let @starslady hit her target, if only because itโd mean sheโd feel something other than grief. Other than tired.
โYes, I suppose it is quite taxing devoting such time to your letters.โ Rhys extends his hand, tipping his fingers to indicate he means for her to reach back. It would require her relinquishing the pen she wields not unlike a weapon, vexed as she must be by his teasing. He doesnโt bother smothering his smirk. Hopes for her ire, hopes it blink the sleep from her eyes long enough to kickstart her weary heart. He feels its fatigue as well. Does he wear it the way she does? Would that he could bear it completely for her. Rhys crooks his fingers at her hesitance. โCome now, Cursebreaker. Iโll only bite if you ask me nicely.โ
๐ซ TRENCH PT. 2.