Bound for trouble from the start
I've been walking through this old world in the dark
He needs an escape. His heart writhes and beats against his chest for her and yet he stays away. She had a family, she had a son. She had Dahmer. There is no anger towards her, he refuses to acknowledge just how deep he has fallen. That first love, it always sweeps you away, spirals out of control. You have no control, it’s a love that slowly kills you.
Distractions are most welcome and he seeks them in trying to provide for the kingdom. Clinging to any task, any purpose to keep thoughts of her at bay. Escaping the humid coast of Tephra, he returns to the usually haunts of the Meadow before stopping by the open expanse of grassland. A soft breeze tickles loose strands of forelock against the black stretched skin of his hollowed socket, the good eye trailing over the signs of spring before him.
One catches his eye (ha ha get it?), it’s the flames of course. The weird obsession with fire ever since the ice had pierced his heart was still confusing to him. His gaunt frame moves in her direction as she sizzles and smokes in the small pond. Pushing his skeletal reddish chest through the reeds, he watches her pleasure and slightly smiles in response. ”Hello.”
He doesn’t see the swirling blues of Longclaw at first, having missed the way he had slipped in before him. Yet the familiar scent of salt, sweat, and ash reaches his nostrils. His skull dips slightly, tilting to catch him in the range of his good eye and gives a slight nod of his muzzle once he does. Although the other had beaten him here, he figures he might as well stay. Keep the demons at bay. ”I’m Ledger, do you mind me joining you?”
Ledger