My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.
The ash and fire remnants of Aether’s inferno is only a sure sign of why he spoke out. Terrastella had something beautiful, but its beauty was poisoned by the head that wore the crown. Jude stumbles over rocks and the tears swell to his eyes of embarrassment and exhaustion. He’s kept sleep to a minimum and his coat has become layered with soot, dirt, and mud. His normally immaculate hair entangled with branches and leaves from rustling through underbrush. He gives out a weak whimper right before he stumbles. The weight crashes down on his knees and he gives out a weak yelp. For a moment he contemplates merely laying in the soot and drown himself in self pity as tears fall down his cheeks. “I was an idiot,” Jude whines and doesn’t fight back the drops that wipe away the dirt from his face. He lifts himself to his feet and stumbles along, fighting the ache in his right leg. “I was an idiot for ever thinking that place was worth it.." There is no sound but his weak cries and the gentle noises of his and Mitten’s footsteps. The gates are sealed and with that his connection to home and family. For once the tears fall harder and he can’t contain his tired sobs and much like he had been when he first arrived in Novus, he merely let himself hit the ground and cried, ignoring the voices of guards as they look on at the small, crying form. Lying on my back
Watching stars collide @Isorath ?
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