Mar 3, 2020
❝ you’re wasting your time. ❞
The witch pauses in her weaving, the lacework in her hands falling still as she heaves a sigh.
❝ I’m not sure what you’re expecting from me. Do you want me to fuss and shout? To turn you away? I’m afraid I must disappoint. ❞
Sometimes her pacifism felt like masochism, as it certainly did now, for every step forward there were two or three back. There was a bright spark that shimmered in his soul, a diamond in the rough in every sense of the phrase, but he insisted on burying it. As curious as she was, it wasn’t her business to know what the world had done to him.
❝ Time is precious, I don’t easily waste it. ❞