[ wrath can sense how tired she is, how cold even wrapped up in the blanket as she is. he shifts from where he is seated. if he were to move closer, he could warm her by his presence alone, but they have not quite spoken since their argument with his dagger pressed to his chest - a moment from plunging in.
he could attempt to warm the area, but he has tried before, and it does not quite pierce the biting cold at present. it only dampens it somewhat. his gaze lifts to meet her own when she speaks so quietly, and then he lifts his gaze toward the window to watch the full moon.
it is unnatural for it to be full so long. it is unsettling even to him because he does not know what it means. if he doesn't know, he can't prepare for what is to come. ]
Five nights in a row. The blood rain will follow. [ it is dark, but he can smell it- the blood as it falls. ]
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he could attempt to warm the area, but he has tried before, and it does not quite pierce the biting cold at present. it only dampens it somewhat. his gaze lifts to meet her own when she speaks so quietly, and then he lifts his gaze toward the window to watch the full moon.
it is unnatural for it to be full so long. it is unsettling even to him because he does not know what it means. if he doesn't know, he can't prepare for what is to come. ]
Five nights in a row. The blood rain will follow. [ it is dark, but he can smell it- the blood as it falls. ]