The skies are black with lead-filled rain
a morbid painting on display
a morbid painting on display
The weight of his gaze is borne with nothing more than a weary narrowing of her eyes. Many have stared, murmured, questioned. For a variety of reasons over the course of her life, long as it has been when you've been deposited into many realms and forms and never quite the same age as the time before. She has nothing to hide, because he has nothing of worth to supply a woman of secrets and anarchy such as she. All she needs is a place to weather the storm away.
His put-upon exasperation is enough to grind her teeth, reduced to her own feral and frustrated state of being. She has challenged men to duels for less, in her ruling days. A damn shame those don't seem to exist here in Caido, they'd been quite effective in destroying any pretense of weakness they saw in her. For now she merely follows, Atlas plodding along with head dropping lower than any equine normally would, blatantly exhausted.
"There's little value or idealness to be found anywhere in this fucked up place, so I'm far from insulted." Truly it's far more peaceful than Helovia, and she won't (often) complain about that, but to say she's had a hard day today is a gross understatement. "I'm Hotaru. This is Atlas." Gesturing towards the colt, whose burnished gold skin is dark and wet with snow and rain. Waiting for the sanctuary Rance has mentioned to huddle away from the elements.
His put-upon exasperation is enough to grind her teeth, reduced to her own feral and frustrated state of being. She has challenged men to duels for less, in her ruling days. A damn shame those don't seem to exist here in Caido, they'd been quite effective in destroying any pretense of weakness they saw in her. For now she merely follows, Atlas plodding along with head dropping lower than any equine normally would, blatantly exhausted.
"There's little value or idealness to be found anywhere in this fucked up place, so I'm far from insulted." Truly it's far more peaceful than Helovia, and she won't (often) complain about that, but to say she's had a hard day today is a gross understatement. "I'm Hotaru. This is Atlas." Gesturing towards the colt, whose burnished gold skin is dark and wet with snow and rain. Waiting for the sanctuary Rance has mentioned to huddle away from the elements.
This is the night that young love died
Buried at each others sides
Buried at each others sides
