[Mini Event] through the clouds a path is torn

Enzo

Enzo stands supporting Flora, a rigid facade of stone. Only his arm is moved for her to cling to, the rest of his bones creaking with a strain that only his bone-white knuckles of each hand display visually. Eyes deeply red above tear stained cheeks, he cries silently. He is furious - with the world, of course, but with the callous nature of the way the news was delivered. By the lack of explanation. Flora says it well enough in his stead, so instead of asking it more pointedly - with a poison Enzo has always housed but never tasted on his tongue - Enzo merely lifts his other hand to lay against hers where they clutch his arm. Determined to keep his loved ones closer now that it’s apparent even their father’s might cannot truly keep them all safe.

we swore we'd change, and we'll change again
like it's a game, like it's pretend