Everest
"Do you really want to be a dragoon?" Ever asks, his mind already envisioning a future where Mateo is constantly battered and bruised, guarding the gates against violent abandoned and falling asleep alone every night.
Watching as Mateo returned with some food, the younger boy takes a moment to recognize just how different in maturity they were. It left him feeling both sad and inadequate, and he vowed to try and do better so that Mateo wasn't always the one thinking of things first.
"Oh. Do you think so?" This idea seems to relax Ever considerably, who sighs bonelessly as he reaches for some of the bread. "You get to keep your fingers." Ever points out with a frown, waggling the digits on one hand as evidence, before using them to pry off a hunk of cheese.
Watching as Mateo returned with some food, the younger boy takes a moment to recognize just how different in maturity they were. It left him feeling both sad and inadequate, and he vowed to try and do better so that Mateo wasn't always the one thinking of things first.
"Oh. Do you think so?" This idea seems to relax Ever considerably, who sighs bonelessly as he reaches for some of the bread. "You get to keep your fingers." Ever points out with a frown, waggling the digits on one hand as evidence, before using them to pry off a hunk of cheese.
the words you speak
become the house you live in
become the house you live in
