[private] This heart, this barless prison (violence)

[Nymphetamine]

Like a Thorn to the Holy Ones

He stood there, as she smirked at him, his steel eyes unyielding. He was tired. Tired of the effort, of seeing everyone he cared for, gone, of trying to make new friendships, tired of having to care. Beqanna seemed so unrecognizable, he didn’t know the lands or those who dwelled. He had done what he must for those who needed him, but that time was gone, he was no longer needed. Tephra was thriving, and Offspring had stepped down. The promise he made Magnus had been kept. There was nothing left for him to do.

The once Chambering missed the ash in the air and drumming of the heart of the time before. He missed Kimber, Magnus, Siberian, and hell--even Warship. And while the sulfuric air or Tephra was ash-laden it wasn’t Chamber… he was never able to make it truly be home. So yes he was sad. A smirk rose and fell from his lips at her frank analysis. ”How astute of you, Violence.” I wasn’t harsh, but there was sarcasm laced in the phrasing as the words fell from his lips. He would always remember her--- there weren’t many with Necromancy around-- and her’s was stronger than his own. She was brilliantly skilled… unbound in comparison to himself. They had held a competition of sorts in the meadow once when she was young. She had pulled bones from all sorts of being and made her own creatures. If he recalled correctly, she had a creation that she kept with her, like a pet on a leash. Anyway, she was memorable-- and he wouldn’t have forgotten her face.

Her face shows concern but he doesn’t know if he trusts it, but she stepped in and he felt her mind on his. He disliked this, he always had-- when he first met Topsail he had been most uncomfortable with her form of communication. But while his ears pinned in displeasure, he didn’t block her out. No, he allowed her to apply the pressure, slowly allowing her the small nook in his mind. How so, Violence? You can’t bring back the past. it was simply a thought, a reply to her digging, her settling into his mind. He didn’t seem to notice her tendrils reaching into his mind. He didn’t think she would take advantage as they were not foes. The trust he openly gave her was definitely uncharacteristic and had a friend been nearby they surely would have intervened.

Anyway, the blood bay stood, slowly being engulfed in a silent conversation, the implications of which would surely change the course of everything. If only he knew… if only he cared.

NYMPHETAMINE

A rose in the rain

@[violence] @[Cassi] after a long interlude... i did a slight timeline adjustment... let me know if I need to change anything