empires fall when we move the unmovable, so tell me all of my secrets, tell me all of my lies,
Offering a fanged smile, the Wraith nods. “I’ll send a bird your way.” She’s about to propose tomorrow morning for a training session when the conversation takes a definite turn, the phrase I’ve always been straight with you, ominous in these ever-shifting, unprecedented times. Her lips seem to purse of their own accord as the Queen listens to the Lullaby and his words sink in.
She bows her head when he’s finished, quiet as she takes it all in. “I suppose it’s to be expected,” she begins, “We both knew things weren’t going to stay friendly forever.” Still, when she lifts her head to look at Remi, there is sadness in her gaze (or perhaps remorse, regret, something heavy and unwanted), “I don’t know, either. Honestly. Seems more like a self-fulfilling prophecy. They place you here and now I have to prepare for the worst case scenario.”
Exhaling loudly, she runs her hands through her hair and leaves her hands behind her head, looking up to the sky. “Fuck this. I’m sorry.” Because she can now conclude that the other demigod with him isn’t Ronin. And that’s why everything is in the past tense. “You and Ronin can’t catch a real break, can you?”
She bows her head when he’s finished, quiet as she takes it all in. “I suppose it’s to be expected,” she begins, “We both knew things weren’t going to stay friendly forever.” Still, when she lifts her head to look at Remi, there is sadness in her gaze (or perhaps remorse, regret, something heavy and unwanted), “I don’t know, either. Honestly. Seems more like a self-fulfilling prophecy. They place you here and now I have to prepare for the worst case scenario.”
Exhaling loudly, she runs her hands through her hair and leaves her hands behind her head, looking up to the sky. “Fuck this. I’m sorry.” Because she can now conclude that the other demigod with him isn’t Ronin. And that’s why everything is in the past tense. “You and Ronin can’t catch a real break, can you?”
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