#angst;

Azem-- no, just Enyo, now-- didn't have time to watch the sky. Too many lives were slipping through their fingers today, too many dying for a plan that could only save half of them.

Each life they couldn't save was another wasted, doomed by this irresponsible, horrific, nightmarish excuse for a plan. There had to be another way. This foolish, misbegotten sacrifice was a farce. They were, none of them, fit custodians for the star if they could save only half of it. Enyo refused to stand witness to such madness, let alone partake.

Their priority was healing those not yet dead. Hoping, praying to the star that they could save just one more life, swing the balance just a little more away from despair. Their own wounds were ignored, forgotten in the heat of defending those who could run, raising those who still lived, and healing the walking wounded enough to endure.

The end was swift, when it came - flaming skies swirled into shadow, and then a blinding l i g h t followed. They saw, for a moment, how the sky cleared. Then their vision shattered, and they embraced the chance to start anew.

His answer brings melancholy to her heart. Maybe she had hoped for the opposite reply, at least that would reinforce her into the idea that they weren’t meant to be. She can’t even tell she’s sorry, instead she wraps her arms around his chest to snuggle, burying her face in the crook of his neck.      “ Next time, lie to me. ”

billie eilish.   @sonicanary   Contd.

       Physical affections always converted the man MUTE; who doesn’t know how silent he was && the blonde’s kind gestures in the form of physical contacts made his vocal chord HEAVIER. Floyd was aware how their relationship was going through an unexpected chain of events; how COMPLICATED their unofficial relationship was. He could WISH more, with more mutual feelings. Perhaps she too, wished MORE.