the echoes of the thunderclaps
reverberation of the dead
reverberation of the dead
Harper is a frequent face at the Dusklight, so what few souls that travel her path don’t look twice upon seeing the Stalwart crumpled on one of the benches leading to her doors. The irony is that he isn’t steeling himself for a drunken shuffle home - he hasn’t even made it there tonight.
The time between his goodbye with Hadama and now is a murky lake of misery. How and what he failed to achieve doesn’t matter when it can’t surface above the agony of grief. A face and name that has never seen Caido’s realm and never will plagues him like a shade. Sticky, alcoholic residue coats his empty hands (where did the bottle go?) but in the darkness it looks and feels like her blood (why her? Why not those who disappeared, alive but cruelly absent?).
Boots on cobblestone make him jolt, bloodshot eyes sweeping sharply only to be followed by a lolled head. “Wait -” it’s a gurgle of a thing, broadcasted out to Attuned ears that are nowhere within reach, but perhaps the mumbled efforts of his lips might find purchase.
The time between his goodbye with Hadama and now is a murky lake of misery. How and what he failed to achieve doesn’t matter when it can’t surface above the agony of grief. A face and name that has never seen Caido’s realm and never will plagues him like a shade. Sticky, alcoholic residue coats his empty hands (where did the bottle go?) but in the darkness it looks and feels like her blood (why her? Why not those who disappeared, alive but cruelly absent?).
Boots on cobblestone make him jolt, bloodshot eyes sweeping sharply only to be followed by a lolled head. “Wait -” it’s a gurgle of a thing, broadcasted out to Attuned ears that are nowhere within reach, but perhaps the mumbled efforts of his lips might find purchase.
provides the tempo for the song
describing how all things went wrong
describing how all things went wrong
