Oct 14, 2024
its just not the same without all three of us. from hythlodaeus please GOD TUMBLR
The world shifts.
She blinks, her brow furrowing, unsure whether she lurched in place to everyone or if that was just in her mind. They are still both watching Chiyo walk up to the concierge... the teller-thing. But it's different. It's so — different now. This hollowness in her chest. Her fingertips float to her clavicle. This thing that wants to erupt — to keen.
She turns to look up at the amaurotine, feeling suddenly just as unreal as they. Breathes into the emptiness: "What?"