you shouldn't have to pay for your love
with your bones and your flesh
with your bones and your flesh
The entrance to the cave is just a few feet to his left, and yet the young man doesn’t turn tail and flee, merely presses himself back against the cold stone of the cave walls and wishes for the magic that had once cloaked him from sight so easily. His magic is cut-off here, the warm weight in his chest gone, and he can’t even muster the simplest of illusions no matter how much he might have tried.
There is no hiding here, no ability to blend into the mountainside.
“Not… me?” He questions, the concept foreign to him -- when everything was his fault, how could this mood shift not be caused by him as well, by his bothering the God, but --
Since when do Gods have fathers? It’s a question that breaks through some of his fear, although his ears stay firmly pressed against his skull even as he peers at the horned man through the dim light.
“Mine wasn’t that great either,” He offers as an apology for the upset he had caused.
@El Toro
you were only a boy,
when you were thrown into a war.
when you were thrown into a war.
