#devoute

there is beauty in nature reclaiming what men had taken from her. all things would one day return from whence they came,  and it seemed the earth had already begun taking back this property . .  but not quite.  it is too well - kept,  buildings falling apart are still tended to with gentle care.  he can tell,  somehow.  perhaps this place just radiates it . .

it’s a stark contrast to what he had been told about.  this place was serene,  almost.  holy.  to think a demon occupied it and made it its home . .  if the rumors were true,  that is.  fleeting whispers of a fiend dwelling within these quarters . .  nothing but old tales,  perhaps,  but dove had come to see for himself regardless.

          oh he can hear the scolding already, as he sluggishly pulls himself to the large doors of home base. he’d already told his partner to go ahead, having given that same damn smile he always does. a perfect mask to hide behind, a reputation of honesty won through LIES,  &  the shame that comes from lying to his friends leaves merely a scratch on it. the worst was already here, pain that scorched his side  &  stabbed his nerves with merciless sadism,  &  he waits for it to pass before pushing open the grand doors.

          he doesn't want to worry anyone,  &  so he lies.            he doesn’t believe he’s worth the worry, the concern in their eyes that show when he’s injured, especially more so than the norm. he’d ran out of regeneration, too.... taking a deep breath, he pushes the doors open  &  scans the area briefly. the mistle sits in front of him, but he walks past it  ( it’d be too obvious, wouldn’t it? then he’d be asked questions. )

          & so, instead, he acts nonchalant. smiling at everyone as he keeps moving, hoping they wouldn’t notice the darkening fabric on his side. passing everyone quickly, until eyes land on henry --  internally, he rejoices at how fast he could spot him -- walking over at a brisk pace  &  motioning for him to follow. normally, as respectful as zyre usually is, he’d wait for him to get up before walking off. he’d keep composure, but not today, already turning  &  rushing away to the rooms.