Are
His mind was alight with one word, and one word only. Reaching out from what he thought he'd left behind to wrap him in an iron fist of fear and despair. What little hope he still kept in his heart left with the blood rushing from his face. It burned before his eyes, something he'd once dismiss as something far, far into the future. A time where he'd be nothing but dust and his name had long since faded. Not something he'd end up in the middle of. Not something that'd happen as he had lost everything and was so desperately hanging onto what little he had left. He swallowed, hard. The taste of blood and panic thick on his palate as his tongue tried to form words.
"Ragnarök."
"The end of days." he whispered, barely containing the panic on his voice. Are rocked back and sat on the ground, not having the composure left to keep on the balls of his feet. The face he got in return made him question himself though. He'd gotten somewhat used to inquisitive looks when he accidentally slipped in words from home, but there was more to Maea's face than that.
"No, not the end. The beginning?" he proposed, voice tentative but with less panic than before. "Of course!" he whispered to himself. "Foundations! Foundations?" at first excited, but then second guessing himself. "Could this be the coming of a new age?"
"Ragnarök."
"The end of days." he whispered, barely containing the panic on his voice. Are rocked back and sat on the ground, not having the composure left to keep on the balls of his feet. The face he got in return made him question himself though. He'd gotten somewhat used to inquisitive looks when he accidentally slipped in words from home, but there was more to Maea's face than that.
"No, not the end. The beginning?" he proposed, voice tentative but with less panic than before. "Of course!" he whispered to himself. "Foundations! Foundations?" at first excited, but then second guessing himself. "Could this be the coming of a new age?"
