Aamu
A snowstorm blew inside a wolf's eyes
And the frozen tears covered all the mountainsides
It's him—And the frozen tears covered all the mountainsides
(It can't be him)
He hadn't been among those Aamu led back to life, all those relatively recently deceased, and he, he should be dead—
Isn't that kind of true for both of them, though? But Varus is there, solid in his arms, even breathes his name. How? he wants to ask, but he just holds on, afraid he's nothing but a mirage that will dissolve the moment Aamu lets him go.
But he doesn't. He's still there. Absently, Aamu's hands slide off his back to rest on his waist. "You're supposed to be dead," he says bluntly. It's visible in the shock lingering in his eyes, the way he seems to not even notice the attempt at joking away three centuries of stasis. "After King's End—you disappeared—"
Had Aamu been there?
Maybe?
He just recalls receiving news that Varus was among those—left behind. Thinks it wasn't long between that and the fall of the Voice, and his descent into darkness.
Maybe the fight at King's End was what had finally pushed them all the way back to the Grounds.
But then the time got by and the wolf died
And someday that wolf would be I
And someday that wolf would be I
