line them up, lions on them.

[Dacian]

you have forsaken all the love you've taken
sleeping on a razor there's nowhere left to fall

He has never been much for conversation, and already he is pondering the ways he can get out of this one. None of them are very detailed; truthfully, he will likely turn around and walk away. No explanation, just leave. He has never been one for being dramatic, and he doesn’t think this man is going to stop him should he turn to go.

He is still not entirely satisfied that Aurorae is not here, even though Yadigar says otherwise. His eyes look past the young boy, searching the cliffsides in the distance. She would stand out here against the gray skies and dull green. His lips tighten, and he finally drags his attention back to Yadigar, nodding his head at his answer. He belatedly realizes that he cannot see the movement, so he gives a kind of grunt in response instead.

He asks if he can breathe fire, and his eyes sharpen onto him. He is still getting accustomed to the gift, and he forgets that others might be able to smell the smoke that lingers on his breath when he speaks. Still, it was not a question many just outright asked him.

He angles his head, deliberating his answer before finally, he says, “Yes, I can.” And then, without bothering to hide the suspicion that flickers like flames in his voice, “Why?”

Dacian

your body's aching, every bone is breaking
nothing seems to shake it, it just keeps holding on

@[Yadigar]