it coils like a molten snake,
and cuts you like a sharp knife.
this desert heat is a hunter—
it will ruthlessly take your life.
and cuts you like a sharp knife.
this desert heat is a hunter—
it will ruthlessly take your life.
When Mathias took the bottle and pushed away from the bar, Teiran watched him. Oh, he might find his way home but she wondered how long it would take, how much more he could possibly drink before then. He seemed strangely less like himself. His remarks hadn't been as scathing as they normally were. Perhaps it had just been the alcohol.
The soldier waited a few beats for him to begin to push his way through the crowd, grasping a bottle and whatever was left of himself at that moment. Her sage green eyes hung on his retreating frame, and then she stood and followed. She'd watch him for a little bit perhaps, at a distance, and then maybe find her own way home. Parties really weren't her thing.
The soldier waited a few beats for him to begin to push his way through the crowd, grasping a bottle and whatever was left of himself at that moment. Her sage green eyes hung on his retreating frame, and then she stood and followed. She'd watch him for a little bit perhaps, at a distance, and then maybe find her own way home. Parties really weren't her thing.
@Mathias closing!
