When we was young, oh man, did we have fun?
Always, always
Always, always
Marcus opened his mouth with a smart reply already half-formed, something sharp and teasing, but it stalled when Erebos spoke. He watched Belial steal the snowball, listened to the easy logic in the boy’s voice, and felt something in his chest shift, settling heavier than before.
He exhaled, slow, then shook his head. "No," he said, quieter, with a sadness tugging on the corners of his smile. "I couldn’t have." Marcus straightened, boots crunching as he shifted his weight. "Not really. Not like you can." He shifted his weight. "When I was your age, there was the Family, and the void." His jaw tightened at the word.
The wind picked up, sharp and insistent, and Marcus became aware of the way the light had shifted, how long the shadows stretched across the courtyard stones. He lifted a hand and rubbed the back of his neck. "“I’ve been standing around a lot longer than I meant to."
"I’ve got another chore before the day’s out," he said, jerking a thumb toward Snowcloak. "Try not to start a snow war with the guards while I’m gone, yeah?"
FIN
He exhaled, slow, then shook his head. "No," he said, quieter, with a sadness tugging on the corners of his smile. "I couldn’t have." Marcus straightened, boots crunching as he shifted his weight. "Not really. Not like you can." He shifted his weight. "When I was your age, there was the Family, and the void." His jaw tightened at the word.
The wind picked up, sharp and insistent, and Marcus became aware of the way the light had shifted, how long the shadows stretched across the courtyard stones. He lifted a hand and rubbed the back of his neck. "“I’ve been standing around a lot longer than I meant to."
"I’ve got another chore before the day’s out," he said, jerking a thumb toward Snowcloak. "Try not to start a snow war with the guards while I’m gone, yeah?"
FIN
Promises, they break before they're made
Sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes
Marcus
