More eye-catching are the 18 floating paint cans, unopened and made to follow behind him like some sort of processional parade. Telekinesis was a useful errand skill, and Aurelius intended to maximize his abilities to paint a worthy mural on the city walls. Of course, part of that depends on which kinds of colors he picked up from around the city.

Just as he prepares to unscrew the paint can lids, his eyes catch a hint of color. He turns and frowns at the unexpected new arrival, arms crossed over his chest as a host of possible scenarios run through his head. Better address them all at once.

"Good evening."

"No I don't have money, I won't transfer you Dust, I'm not lacking in companionship, my skincare routine is fine, we are not long-lost relatives, you're not actually lost, and I've already found God."

What, were they still sticking around?

“That looks infected."

           “eh.”    he    looks    down    to    the    wound    at    his    side    and    grimaces.    it    looks    —    pretty   bad,    actually.    he    pokes    at    the    wound    and    winces    before    he’s    looking    back    over    at    azrael.    he    lowers    his    tattered    shirt    that    does    very    little    to    hide    the    wound.    

          “unless    you’re    willing    to    heal    it,    i’m    going    to    let    it    run    its    course.    after    i    kick    the    bucket    and    come    back,    we    can    get    something    to    eat.    don’t    cry    too    much    over    my    corpse,    okay?    my    clothes    are    messed    up    enough    already.”

             "------......” 

From the start, Kayneth had been shaped by the hands of others. Born the prodigy heir to the Archibald family, regardless of what his soul wished, everyone around him pushed him toward the path of a mage. That, perhaps, was the nature of the issue. Stripped to his core, he had become Galatea, made by the hands of those who wished to have something to love.

If he had seen himself in the same way, then maybe he would've fought harder for himself.

Now, in this colorless position, everything was numb- not in a terrible way, but ... it was as if he was back at square one. Really, he was. ⎛ Something told him that he should seek out more color, because his body was a canvas and no artist would want to leave it blank- ⎠

The first color he encounters is a seafoam green- there's something peaceful about the color, and it draws him in. He reaches a hand out ⎛ pale like marble, the lovely Galatea that he had always been! ⎠ and offers a smile ⎛ that doesn't quite reach his eyes, because the goddess hasn't answered the prayers yet. The person who would've asked for his favor is ... Kayneth thinks of dark hair and gold eyes. On any other day, he might be surprised that he doesn't first think of crimson ⎠.

❝ May I? ❞

❃.✮:▹ @cursemade said :   ❛  please, don't go.  ❜

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                                  IF  SHE  DID  ,   WHERE  WOULD  SHE  BE  GOING  ?     She  didn’t  have  anywhere  else  ,     anyone  else  ,     who  would  she  leave  him  for  ?   Where  is  a  better  place  than  by  his  side  ,   where  she  can  put  an  end  to  his  pain  ?     The  answer  of  course  is  no  one  &   nothing  .

                                 BEFORE  HIM  SHE  WAS  ALONE  IN  THE  WORLD  &     for  a  while     with     him  ,     she  wished  to  return  to  that  loneliness  .     Until  she  figured  out  the  annoyance  &   pushing  her  buttons  was  a  cry  for  help  ,   until  he  told  her  that  he  knew  her  loneliness  too  .     SO  HOW  COULD  SHE  LEAVE  HIM  NOW  ?

                                  He  was  the  one  she  held  closest  in  the  world  ,   the  only  one  that  could  make  her  hurt  through  pain  that  is  not  hers  .     &   SHE  SHOULD  HATE  THAT  VULNERABILITY  ,     but  here  in  this  moment  ,   she  doesn’t  care  .   She  can’t  find  it  in  herself  to  care  about  what  he  could  do  to  her  because  she  knows  what  she  has  to  do  to     him  .     IT’S  SIMPLE  REALLY  :     be  for  him  exactly  what  she  would  need  him  to  be  if  situations  were  reversed  .

he’s just gonna pick her up and run

“Can you walk?”     ────────   *   /   injury starters .     ( open . )

“     yeah .     yeah just ──────── just give me a minute .     ”          breathless     &&.     exhausted ,     she slumps against the wall     ;     head lulling back as eyes flutter closed      &&.     lips pull tight .     she grits her teeth to suppress a groan ,     her muscles aching in places she hadn’t thought possible .     she shouldn’t be surprised     ;     she wasn’t a fighter ──────── that wasn’t where her expertise lay ,     that wasn’t what she did with oasis dawn .     unfortunately you couldn’t be a member of a rebel group     &&.     expect not to find yourself in one fight or another .     sometimes your life depended on it .     but as someone as inexperienced as zoya was ,     getting into fights came with consequences ──────── which she was now experiencing .

placing a hand beneath her ,     she tries to push herself off the wall     ;     forcing all her strength into the one movement .     her strength fails only once before she’s able to rise to her feet ,     staggering a few steps before she’s able to stand up straight .     a deep breath     &&.     she takes her first solid step ,     onward towards the safe house .          

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