it’s strange; it always is. his body remembers better than he does & more than once he has shivered at how easily he falls into a stance, hands reaching for the steel scimitars at his belt. but——there’s something deeper, in there. something he’s a little more aware of. like the echoes rattling around inside him have grown sharper & clearer during the time he spent underground.
molly frowns, hands on his hip. ❛ there was another one, wasn’t there ? ❜ occasionally, he finds himself gripping his swords a certain way. lips forming around a word he can’t remember, but it feels like magic. is that how it works ? it was an actual blade, though. molly remembers that. he has no idea why his predecessor insisted on the glass, but he couldn’t abide by it. it was a long road to zadash. he had to abandon a lot of things on the way over. ❛ whatever happened to that ? ❜
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