[private] burn me to the ground, phae pony

[hadrien]

hadrien

This is the only thing he knows to be true:
his mother is not a thing meant to be kept.
 
He knows it just as his sister had known it before him. When they’d parted ways, he had not asked her where he might find her again. He had left her with every intention of keeping his promise to find only the sister and tell her that their mother had survived the darkness. 
 
And he would tell her, too, that their mother was sorry that she’d had to go, though their mother had said no such thing.
 
There is an uncertainty blooming in the center of his chest, splintering outward as he studies the viper stood before him, considering her strange questions. Is she friend or foe? Is she asking after his mother because she intends to sink her terrible teeth into his throat? He shifts his weight. He wants to peer into the darkness that closes in around them, stare off into the sheets of rain that fall, even here beneath the canopy of this great forest. 
 
But he does not look away from her because he does not want her to make him her prey. 
 
“I don’t know where she went,” he admits, toying with his own fate. He is alone, there is no one looking for him. She could split open his belly and bleed him dry and no one would ever know. 
 
Is she a dark thing or is it simply his youthful paranoia?
 
“Where is your mother?” he asks because it feels like an appropriate thing to ask. 

but if that chariot they’re driving don’t swing low enough for us
Just paint two crosses on my eyelids and point me out of touch

@frey