you shouldn't have to pay for your love
with your bones and your flesh
with your bones and your flesh
They breathe in the mountain-top air and they both know that they have come to the ledge for reasons only they might ever admit to themselves. The slightest tilt of his head sends the faint beams of sunlight refracting off the jewels on his antlers, and yet, he barely notices the light, his attention fully on the pale stranger. How easy would it be, His mind ponders casually, traces itself back to that ledge and imagines the weightlessness of falling, how simple it could be to end everything.
Beneath his eyes, the dark smudges seem deep enough to drown a city.
“Yes,” He answers, almost too-quiet, so painfully honest that even he flinches away from his own words. Too often, his mind chides, that feeling of weakness almost overpowering in how quickly he could become quagmired.
“Sometimes… it seems like all the time.”
And yet, he can't bring himself to commit the deed, can't bear to picture the look on his daughter's face should she hear the news of her father's death, and still he counts himself amongst the living.
@El Toro
you were only a boy,
when you were thrown into a war.
when you were thrown into a war.
