[AW] a lonely heart

[Lothaire]

Pale and viridian, was he; standing tall within the ink of a fern's shadow. He was the wraith of Denocte, haunted and spectral. The pull and tide of his ancient kinship with solitude was incalculable and bottomless, but there was something hidden within this court of night that seemed to unburden some of the weight from his bones; the marrow deep within beginning to breathe once more. The dust and the cobwebs collecting upon his old barren heart existed still, but they were finer than before, as though someone had washed them with a delicate mist. And so, instead of moving on from Novus as he had in every other instance, Lothaire had chosen to stay, until the nightmares returned and the torment came calling once more.  This girl was saccharine; he could almost taste the docility upon his serpentine tongue and his mind's eye curled around her as though she were a small bird - fluttering upon his palm. Lyra faltered, almost stumbling over herself as she spoke, Lothaire watched through timeworn eyes. An old soul within a young body. "Calm, child. You do not need to fall upon your own tongue." His thin, baritone voice rumbled quietly. "The peace of a summer afternoon brought me here," he paused to gaze out over the prairie, "it's quite beautiful, isn't it? So raw and open." @lyra whimsical lo vs systematic lo c;