we're all killers
He fought off a pending, formidable eye roll at the first comment; it hadn’t been about being an errand boy, but about making the entire process easier, more efficient, instead of dragging it out over a series of cycles and edges. The frustration continued its ascension over his skull, a few sighs swallowed down, not openly expressed, clawing inwards through his chest. He’d truly just like to escape the entire charade and go scream into the void, however, Wessex found she’d rather wander along the pathways towards the Loreseekers Guild herself, with him accompanying. The beast clenched his jaw and nodded the agreement, feline eyes glancing over at the outskirts of houses, then back along other makeshift trails.
The offering for him to shift was taken upon almost immediately; telling her more about himself was the furthest thing from his mind. He might’ve glanced at her in befuddlement and audacity, a snort threatening to unfurl itself from his lungs, had he not been so damn exasperated by the whole ordeal. Why on earth she thought he’d be ready to discuss anything at this moment was beyond him, so he managed to growl out a single word response, “Helovia,” before shifting into an eagle. His wings were broad and soaring into the sky, and he said naught about the world he’d died within and left behind – the mountains, the peaks, the ice, the rime he’d led, he’d once presided over – gone again before he could do anything but set his eyes upon it.
The offering for him to shift was taken upon almost immediately; telling her more about himself was the furthest thing from his mind. He might’ve glanced at her in befuddlement and audacity, a snort threatening to unfurl itself from his lungs, had he not been so damn exasperated by the whole ordeal. Why on earth she thought he’d be ready to discuss anything at this moment was beyond him, so he managed to growl out a single word response, “Helovia,” before shifting into an eagle. His wings were broad and soaring into the sky, and he said naught about the world he’d died within and left behind – the mountains, the peaks, the ice, the rime he’d led, he’d once presided over – gone again before he could do anything but set his eyes upon it.
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