Jul 30, 2019
( ctd. / @lanternfreed. )
it sounds like something caleb could’ve said, in a life before this one.
i apologize for my indecision. and, immediately hurrying to make up for her mistake, it won’t happen again. caleb hesitates — he’s slow to speak, slower to pick what he wants to say in the first place. frumpkin is purring in his lap. it manages to sharpen his focus.
‘ it will. ‘ he tries not to let it sound like an offense, but he doesn’t know how well that fares. his eyes dart over the ground, to his bandaged fingers carding through frumpkin’s fur. the shadows of past trauma fall over his face like a well-worn mantle.
‘ battle ... is not for everybody. ‘ a pause. ‘ was this your first one? ‘
