@wargoer : ❛ tell me all the ways in which this was the only choice. ❜
𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁 circled the body with measured steps, like a crow, neck bent with an unnatural tick. a stark ink blot in a white sea & yet difficult to pluck from the scene, blending into the shapeless amalgamation of black notches from the cluster of birch trees & with a pale transparency the rest of him bled into the fog with much more facility than the blood he sauntered around in the snow.
as if the titan of a man wasn't presently glaring at him. god - slayer & ire pressed furtively under molten eyes. sunlight filtered through the thin sheet of clouds coating the morning & cast a shadow of proportionate size like cut marble laid on the ground for Victor to step in & out of with ease. a moment lapsed when finally Victor leveled Kratos with his own stare. pale eyes almost void of color save the pinprick of his pupils. a dangerous smile splayed on his lips. ❝ have i struck a nerve ? ❞
