up the ragged cliffs I scramble

// we stood, steady as the stars in the woods, so happy-hearted
and the warmth rang true inside these bones, as the old pine fell we sang //

“That’s good…” They admit, feeling some amount of relief that Nate knew about it, that it wouldn’t be a surprise. After all, they know enough about Nate to know that if anyone had a close relationship out of them with any of the old gods followers, it was him. Still, their brows furrow and their head shoots up to scan Wessex with confusion gleaming over their face. “Wouldn’t they have to know? I mean… Mama and Papa were Ascended when they got me. And it doesn’t… Work like that.” They look away as the thoughts race through their head, gears turning. “Doesn’t everyone know I was made?” They assumed so. Deimos knew, after all.

As for preparing for the worst case scenario, they continue to wring their wrists a little as they consider the next option, chewing at the inside of their cheek as they shake their head. “I haven’t. Aamu said I should do it when I’m really comfortable with someone.” They drop their gaze to stare at a pebble at their feet at the bench. “He said it would be really overwhelming for me since… I don’t know what it’s like.” They certainly don’t know what anything was like before the numbed senses of Ascension.

And truthfully, they’re a bit frightened of it, but they don’t want to admit that bit.

Azrael