Simon Danvers

Simon

You destroy their sense of security.

But they had shared moments with one another in that adventure. Simon felt he could trust Olive. And if he could trust her with his own well-being, then certainly he could trust her with the well-being of others.

Do y'ever think back on everything and wish we had done it different?

everyone who ever gave a damn lied to me

One of Simon's fists grappled the scruff of Lysander's shirt. The other raised in the air, ready to land another blow onto his face.

His gaze lingered on Simon far too long, his hands seemed to do what they wished without regard for anything else.

It nipped at his cheeks, but in a pleasant way, reminding him of home, of Garrigill, of its snows and frosty whips of air.