( This, spoken absently, like a snake shedding aged skin. Words in the wind, meaningless. He has come to be, trailing after every dreg of power, every mote of tension — far too indifferent, like one of the many careless, presumably stoic but in truth negligent upper sects.
He corrects himself, physically straightening, gaze shooting out to find Vanessa's face, her eyes. They can both be better than what he has reduced them to, failing to mourn the creature, even as Karsa's token winks alive, activating its hold of the grounds between them. A beacon won.
And a life lost. ) You wish burial rites performed?
congrats on ur beacon vanessa, now stop licking blood off everything
( This, spoken absently, like a snake shedding aged skin. Words in the wind, meaningless. He has come to be, trailing after every dreg of power, every mote of tension — far too indifferent, like one of the many careless, presumably stoic but in truth negligent upper sects.
He corrects himself, physically straightening, gaze shooting out to find Vanessa's face, her eyes. They can both be better than what he has reduced them to, failing to mourn the creature, even as Karsa's token winks alive, activating its hold of the grounds between them. A beacon won.
And a life lost. ) You wish burial rites performed?
( ...as a raven approaches. Perhaps... later? )