cover you when the sky comes crashing in
The Sword would probably be better equipped with the reel of emotions had he not been, unfortunately, bombarded with betrayals many times across lives. Or broken, severed cords; lifelines marred and bent because of his flaws and defects, misunderstandings, mistakes, or the lack of accountability on someone’s part. So being told he was a friend, and cared for, was sometimes still a confounding thing, ultimately waiting for the other shoe to drop – for something to falter and fail. But instead of basking and loitering in the potential pitfalls, he took a deep breath. You too. Because it was the truth, and it often took far longer for him to comprehend that not everyone was going to leave.
Dreams, or shifts, were much easier to discuss. Still leaning on the window sill, he listened, brow remaining arched with the sentiments of intrigue. What if it is a gore crow? he offered with the most juvenile of a grin; imagining Sah simply screaming meat or eyes as he wandered across the sky. The other could be a fyrhund. They roam around the Climb. Brethren, essentially, of his own hellhound shift. Which was probably why he was slightly fond of them.
Dreams, or shifts, were much easier to discuss. Still leaning on the window sill, he listened, brow remaining arched with the sentiments of intrigue. What if it is a gore crow? he offered with the most juvenile of a grin; imagining Sah simply screaming meat or eyes as he wandered across the sky. The other could be a fyrhund. They roam around the Climb. Brethren, essentially, of his own hellhound shift. Which was probably why he was slightly fond of them.
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