I carried my own ashes to the mountains
The Temple held different connotations than midwinter balls, and he’d be loath to admit that very few portions of his soul wanted to be anywhere nearby. The only thing that held him even slightly together was his own family, and the notions that Kiada would be nearby; measures for taunting, extracting information (given Fox’s recent inquiry), and forging a meeting between newborns and Harpies.
Evie had persuaded him into a suit earlier, to which he only grudgingly accepted (and ensured Erebos had a matching newborn set as well, though tucked into the sling accordingly over the Sword’s pressed coat). Long hair tussled but brushed, beard trimmed, he might’ve looked less intimidating and more regal, but the way he scanned the crowd, and the world at large, could’ve negated it all. “Let me know when you want to escape,” he whispered to the Evergreen, a hint that he’d be ready to bolt at any time, gaze scanning for Kiada or any of their hosts.
Evie had persuaded him into a suit earlier, to which he only grudgingly accepted (and ensured Erebos had a matching newborn set as well, though tucked into the sling accordingly over the Sword’s pressed coat). Long hair tussled but brushed, beard trimmed, he might’ve looked less intimidating and more regal, but the way he scanned the crowd, and the world at large, could’ve negated it all. “Let me know when you want to escape,” he whispered to the Evergreen, a hint that he’d be ready to bolt at any time, gaze scanning for Kiada or any of their hosts.
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