who we are and all that we're trying to be
He didn’t want the water.
Strange, for a man born beside its depths, but the inclinations were in his skin, in his veins, all the same. A revolt, a seditious spread, a vicious thing in his adamancy, and there were several moments, as Zuriel dragged him closer and closer to the pivotal points and junctures, where he considered controlling, contorting it all away.
To whisk it off into the ether, where they wouldn’t have it again. Where it couldn’t touch them, couldn’t taint them, couldn’t curse them.
Much like a large child, petulant and weak due to every other nuance and blistering inflection coursing through his body, it didn’t take long for the unicorn to snag at his clothing and lead him towards the basin. He was distracted, momentarily, by the individual vomiting, eyes narrowing suspiciously, pondering if that was how this entire fiasco was going to go – before Zuriel had a damned cup in her teeth too. “No,” was a pout on his features, and a declaration of subversion, to his unicorn, and to anyone else nearby.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
