Jan 14, 2016
"You can let go now."
Faust turns his head, glancing at the female standing beside him. The origin of the statement said that echoed across the empty garden.
In his hands, lay a unmoving sparrow. His eyes shifted from the lady back to delicate animal in his hands. It’s chest was still.
“Such beauty.” Faust commented, a needless statement at the beauty of the garden that they stood within. “Yet... so poisonous.” He continued, knowing fully well how the sparrow’s end was met. It died trapped within the roses, it had panicked, and the thorns were merciless.
Shifting his focus back to the lady. A sad smile appeared on his features. “I’m unfamiliar with this land. Could you direct me to where I could bury this friend here?”