#arenadeus

          SHE  TASTES  SOMETHING   ACERBIC   IN   her throat   ———   not an unfamiliar sensation,   but decidedly   unwelcome   ———  and it unsheathes an image of the   phlegethon   in her recollection.   her gaze,   kissed by   starlight   and   steel,   regards him from periphery,   an unwilling participant in the picture painted by circumstance.   on the tip of her tongue,   the desire to regale him of   tales   of an age of gold   ———   where the gods have come as close to   benevolence   as they could muster,   and the mortals were no longer mortals,   but   more.   (   but her tongue is sandpaper in her mouth,   and she swallows it whole.  )   she settles for a wry smile,   dipped in waters of lethe and words left unsaid.   ❝   IS   IT   WORTH   IT?   ❞   /  @arenadeus  —  sc   . 

         ‘  i  cannot  tell  if  your  glare  was  directed  at  me        or  some  unfortunate  soul  behind  me.  ’    her  eyebrow  raises  ,  blue  gaze  cold  upon  meeting  the  man’s  eyes.  she  had  been  standing  in  the  shadows  of  trees  ,  watching  from  afar  as  time  urged  the  world  forward.     ///   @arenadeus   ///    ❤️

ahHAHhHHAHH THANK YOU SO MUCH ;-;

                           but at least she could wander the forum, watching the                            entertainers and merchants, moving with the crowds. it                            was enough to pretend for a bit that life had not moved                            on without her.