where I save you and you save me
A reaction for the notions of Talyson being healed were kept under wraps – indifference, nonchalance, the permanent recoil of quiet, locked away disdain – any sentiments shown outwardly were for Alys alone. A relief, at the very least, that she wouldn’t have to keep searching and plodding around for roses, no longer worried over the illness the Messenger carried. “Good. Congratulations.” The small smile tucked its way into the corner of his mouth, before his eyes went elsewhere, staring over the vast horizon. “It feels strange – for it to be so quiet.”
He arched his brow, amused at her reaction too – possibly because it mirrored some of his own. Always waiting for the next thing to drop. For the unwavering round of chaos to billow and sway, slowly drift over them before it sunk over their shoulders, trapped into a noose. “Or maybe it has become habitual to expect the worst.” He’d be amongst the first to admit it. But when there were threats hovering over loved ones and regions every second of every day, it became difficult to presume anything less.
And now, here they were, preparing offerings instead of plans and plots.
Still, never quite idle for long, he began to peel his bag off his shoulder, already searching through portions he’d snagged and grabbed for each Old God.
He arched his brow, amused at her reaction too – possibly because it mirrored some of his own. Always waiting for the next thing to drop. For the unwavering round of chaos to billow and sway, slowly drift over them before it sunk over their shoulders, trapped into a noose. “Or maybe it has become habitual to expect the worst.” He’d be amongst the first to admit it. But when there were threats hovering over loved ones and regions every second of every day, it became difficult to presume anything less.
And now, here they were, preparing offerings instead of plans and plots.
Still, never quite idle for long, he began to peel his bag off his shoulder, already searching through portions he’d snagged and grabbed for each Old God.
Deimos
and we save each other over and over, a hundred times, endlessly
