May your past be the sound
It wasn't meant to be like this.
He was meant to be here with her at his side, a promise they had made to attend together should the venue be deemed safe enough, so that they could experience it together. Instead, he was here, and she wasn't.
And why was he here? He couldn't really provide an answer that felt sufficient. Perhaps he hoped that this Fiat Lux would prove as dangerous as those in previous years, that he might throw himself before some great danger - that he might feel something again.
He smiled, but without feeling. He recognised very few; Bastien was one who caught his eye, a child far older than the infant he expected at his heels - and he had never met the man directly, only known him through--
He accepted a flower crown with a bowed head, his lips curved into a smile that was not expressed through his eyes. He was here in presence, but only barely in mind.
The arrival of a herald was just enough to stir his interest from his brooding introspection, his eyes lighting up with something resembling life once more, as he watched the embodiment of nature enter and mingle, swallowing a gulp of the drink he didn't remember grabbing from the table nearby.
He was meant to be here with her at his side, a promise they had made to attend together should the venue be deemed safe enough, so that they could experience it together. Instead, he was here, and she wasn't.
And why was he here? He couldn't really provide an answer that felt sufficient. Perhaps he hoped that this Fiat Lux would prove as dangerous as those in previous years, that he might throw himself before some great danger - that he might feel something again.
He smiled, but without feeling. He recognised very few; Bastien was one who caught his eye, a child far older than the infant he expected at his heels - and he had never met the man directly, only known him through--
He accepted a flower crown with a bowed head, his lips curved into a smile that was not expressed through his eyes. He was here in presence, but only barely in mind.
The arrival of a herald was just enough to stir his interest from his brooding introspection, his eyes lighting up with something resembling life once more, as he watched the embodiment of nature enter and mingle, swallowing a gulp of the drink he didn't remember grabbing from the table nearby.
of your feet upon the ground
CHULANE
