#antichantry

                                        “ 𝔡𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲. ”

it'd always been odd.. how his memory favored the faces of some and not others. how samson had once forgotten the scowl of his commanding officer but recalled a much-too-young new apprentice, stuffed up in the gallows, for the few seconds he'd spent passing their quarters while they sobbed for their mother. odder, even, is how he'd oft felt more like the latter than the former, once. not now of course. surly and slick, he's a heated gaze angled for peripheries and the hooded visage of a man he'd once been told to hunt like a dog.

figured he'd be the one to sniff him out first, so many moons later.

" could say the same t' you, " albeit lacking judgement, the message is clear. that he'll not be quick to turn back this course he's started down. where death is a more likely outcome than satisfaction and @glamorgore's words fall short. after all, a bit of the dust and anders disappeared entirely like all the rest. turned him into a whisper. a gnat in his ear, buzzing but ignored, for the most part. " but we both know how that'll go, now don't we. " up in a cloud of smoke or silent as a knife to the back ; a tenuous truce was still tenuous and his fingers wouldn't curb their twitching for want alone.

looks rly good to me!!!!! big bao-dur is good anyway kjdfjkJDFDG