i spent this year as a ghost and...
Glas has never had the experience with being able to harbor his emotions and keep them hidden behind masks. No, instead it’s all read along his face and his eyes, in the shift and pull of frowns and the pull of his scar with the frowns that cross it. The tense edge of her voice only adds to it, has him glancing up with concern still quite easily placed on his face, offering her a quiet nod because he doesn’t know what else to say just yet.
Of course, until she mentions that she doesn’t know how it’s going to end. Until she mentions that she may not return and he’s already shaking his head as their gaze meets, the offer of using her study one that has him worried even more so. “But…” He trails off, grasping onto the coat tightly as if it might ground him. “You h-have to.” She has to come back. She and Hester were probably his only friends, and if he lost them too? What then?
“C-can I help?” The young Westfall asks, not knowing what else he could do to help her. He could try and craft her a weapon or anything else, but he doesn’t know what she’d need.
Of course, until she mentions that she doesn’t know how it’s going to end. Until she mentions that she may not return and he’s already shaking his head as their gaze meets, the offer of using her study one that has him worried even more so. “But…” He trails off, grasping onto the coat tightly as if it might ground him. “You h-have to.” She has to come back. She and Hester were probably his only friends, and if he lost them too? What then?
“C-can I help?” The young Westfall asks, not knowing what else he could do to help her. He could try and craft her a weapon or anything else, but he doesn’t know what she’d need.
& I'm not sure where home is anymore
GLAS
