his mouth is a painting of a desert - dry , flat . a line across his face showing his displeasure . this had been their safe haven - where they could survive . that was what it was all about now . and they were letting it wander around . as if it belonged . blasphemy . ‘ traitor . ’ the words are accusing , louder than they should be in the small caverns . yet he cannot hold them back as he faces his brother - fire flashing in his eyes . / @startasted





