you shouldn't have to pay for your love
with your bones and your flesh
with your bones and your flesh
As the ocean threatened to come crashing down once more, to sweep away what little was left of his humble home and ruined gardens, the young man had fled the lower courts of Denocte for the safety of the Arma mountains. No waves lapped at his feet where they didn’t belong, no, only soft dirt and wild vines surrounded him here.
He knows that he should return to Denocte, now that the danger has passed, but there is something that ties him here to the mountains, to the peace he thinks he’s never truly felt before. In the isolation and the silence, he thinks maybe he could rebuild himself.
Even so, when he sees the other man peering over the ledge--
he understands.
He follows the pale stranger into a barely-hidden cave, his teeth catching at his lips, and it’s some sort of half-buried courage that pulls the words from his lips.
“It’s tempting, sometimes, isn’t it -- the ledge?”
@El Toro
you were only a boy,
when you were thrown into a war.
when you were thrown into a war.
