[P] Phantom faces at the window

[Andras]

someone says: i have forgotten how to pray; this is not to say that there is no divinity between us, in this; merely that i do not know what to do with it.

There is a shadow over Delumine and sometimes he thinks he is the only one who feels it, though he knows better. From the city to the woods they are gripped by fear--fear of poachers, fear of murderers, and there are no answers to be found, only blood in the snow, in the dirt, in the back of his mind, always. He sees now why the king looked so worried. It had happened before and they had come up with no answers. It is happening now and they can come up with no answers, just suspects and sleep deprivation.

It' the kind of thing that gets to a person, digs under the skin and says what are you going to do? until it is all you can hear, until your heart beats along with each syllable and you have become one full-body ache.

He doesn't know what drives him until he the door is swinging shut behind him with a quiet snick. Across the room is a bar and across the bar is a woman that pours him a drink before he's hafway there. He drinks it, grimaces, and sets it back down more softly than anything as savage as him should. When he turns to Thaeron the light gints cruelly off his glasses, like laughter.

"What's wrong with you?"

He hopes for something nameless, and dark. He hopes, he hopes, he hopes.

all you want to do is dance out of your skin into another song not quite about heroes, but still a song where you can lift the spear and say yes as it flashes.

@thaeron