you shouldn't have to pay for your love
with your bones and your flesh
with your bones and your flesh
There are bells tolling in the night air, calling across the expanse of Denocte to every sleeping citizen. He awakens from a dream about monsters vanquished and a weight lifted from his shoulders, except that it wasn’t quite a dream -- there is a feeling of lightness in his chest where before had been only sorrow, a layer of shed guilt left behind him. There are still the lingering thoughts of ‘what-if,’ but the past no longer whispers in the back of his mind, and there are no longer padlocked chains around his heart.
He moves through the court with feet made fleet by concern, hooves tapping against the cobblestones and tail flashing like a warning sign. When he finds the crowd, he knows he’s found the right place -- he slips in between the larger members of the court and finds himself at Katniss’ flank, ears perked forward and eyes on the mare he’s never met but knows isn’t their queen.
“I’ll help search,”He offers in the silence between two others.
you were only a boy,
when you were thrown into a war.
when you were thrown into a war.
