HEAR WHAT IT SPOKE
UNDERNEATH
The bell stops tolling and the street fills with bodies.
(or-- or were they always there?)
Bodies dusty and thin, bags of bones and eyes-- eyes mostly empty (defeated, broken) or guarded, cautious. They don't know their walls mean nothing to him, they don't know he can read the back of their eyelids, the inside of their skulls before he even realizes that he wants to.
The god fades away into the crowd and the sand like she had never even been there, leaving a sour taste in his mouth and a drumming in his chest he doesn't understand. He knows her, he's always known her.
He's hers,
he's always been hers.
He can and will fight it but in the end it will be him, and his death, and his heart in his hands.
She was right. Everything she said, and everything she didn't, is right and it angers him. He makes a soft sound, a heavy exhale, and continues on his way with his head held low.
@Eshek Thank you for another lovely thread! <3 this was a weird one but I loved it
Time makes fools of us all
