No, I cannot resist
Marcus stayed a moment longer, letting the dry, hollow wind wrap around him, curling through his hair like fingers that did not quite belong. It wasn’t the fingers that could have been moving through his hair, he knew that, and the sparks of his nerves settled to a mere static tingle at his fingertips. The cold settled heavier in his bones, and he rose slowly, brushing the frost from his knees.
The berries had shifted in the basket, but nothing else came. He gave the shrine a quiet glance, a half-bow of respect. No voice answered, no warmth spread, but that was okay. He carried the quiet with him, a small, stubborn ember of intention he could still nurture elsewhere.
FIN
The berries had shifted in the basket, but nothing else came. He gave the shrine a quiet glance, a half-bow of respect. No voice answered, no warmth spread, but that was okay. He carried the quiet with him, a small, stubborn ember of intention he could still nurture elsewhere.
FIN
Every time your gravity has a hold on me
