His crown lit up the way as he moved slowly
His question about Ki's role elicits a snort of laughter, a brief and vibrant rumbling thing that breaks through the gloom of your usual stoicism. "Neither'a those, tho she's enough of a jealous pain in the ass t'be both." Oh, your companion is not going to be pleased to learn you're bringing in a stray. You can hear the mental scolding now. "Her name's Ki. She bites, but not very hard."
You're nearing the houses at the end of the lane, right up the hill from the beach. It's the most familiar walk in the world, but now as you make it you feel a bit nervous. Yours isn't the last, but it's nearing there, a sturdy structure of wood and clay with now-faded green trim and a rather sad looking garden.
"It's, uh... a bit'uva mess," you admit uncomfortably, adjusting the weight of the bag on your back. "Wasn' expectin' company. Been a minute since I cleaned." This is a massive fucking understatement, but you're nearing the door and there's nothing to be done about it now. Again you hear Ki's voice ringing in your head: You made a damn mess of it this time, Zeph. An' now you can sleep in your own shit.
You're nearing the houses at the end of the lane, right up the hill from the beach. It's the most familiar walk in the world, but now as you make it you feel a bit nervous. Yours isn't the last, but it's nearing there, a sturdy structure of wood and clay with now-faded green trim and a rather sad looking garden.
"It's, uh... a bit'uva mess," you admit uncomfortably, adjusting the weight of the bag on your back. "Wasn' expectin' company. Been a minute since I cleaned." This is a massive fucking understatement, but you're nearing the door and there's nothing to be done about it now. Again you hear Ki's voice ringing in your head: You made a damn mess of it this time, Zeph. An' now you can sleep in your own shit.
past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind
zephyr
