no stone unturned

i want to be a mystery, yet be known

i want to be together, yet alone

He holds her tight enough to keep the pieces together – like Deimos had, but this time it’s different. She doesn’t know him as well as the Reaper turned Sword. She doesn’t view Harper like a father, there to help her in her failures, to urge her on in her victories. But she keeps herself close, buried within the confines of his chest and shoulder as her eyes burn despite her desperate attempts to keep her tears from falling. His own confession doesn’t help much, but it shows how close they are to one another – how beautifully connected in tragedy they are. "I'm sorry too." She manages, trying to keep her voice even and her breathing the same. He tells her she’s not a bad person, and she tries to show him how sorry she is that he had to deal with it too. “When does it stop feeling like you are?” A croak, a break, feathers sprouting along her neck and shoulders in ivory and charcoal hues.

is it too much to ask to be famous yet unknown?

to be a wanderer, yet have a home?

KIADA