Bane
Your shadows betray you
They serve me
They serve me
Bane leaned back against the warm, wet rocks, his emerald gaze drifting away from the woman who continued her search. Instead, his eyes roamed the jagged ceiling of the cave, tracing every crevice and divot that could hide a secret or two.
As she explained her purpose, a spark of interest flickered in his eyes. If the land was restored… could it ease the burden on those living in poverty? Brief flashes of dirt-smudged children and weary mothers struggling to provide for them crossed his mind—a sharp contrast to his usual thoughts.
“Hey… little flower picker…” he called out, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he glanced at her from the corner of his eye. “Do you think your plan could actually help those less fortunate across the regions? If you manage to pull it off?”
His question might have seemed unexpected, coming from someone so often shrouded in darkness, but even Bane had his softer sides, carefully hidden beneath his rough exterior.
As she explained her purpose, a spark of interest flickered in his eyes. If the land was restored… could it ease the burden on those living in poverty? Brief flashes of dirt-smudged children and weary mothers struggling to provide for them crossed his mind—a sharp contrast to his usual thoughts.
“Hey… little flower picker…” he called out, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he glanced at her from the corner of his eye. “Do you think your plan could actually help those less fortunate across the regions? If you manage to pull it off?”
His question might have seemed unexpected, coming from someone so often shrouded in darkness, but even Bane had his softer sides, carefully hidden beneath his rough exterior.
Pain is a teacher that never forgets
Etched in the flesh
Etched in the flesh
