closed starter ! who: zora demirel ! @faebanes when: under the mountain !
the sound echoed against the stone walls, a single foot repeatedly tapping out a beat as they leaned against the wall. deron let out a light grunt as he tugged, for easily the tenth time, the collar that sit too tightly against his neck. the entire outfit made his skin nearly itch and he desired to shed it so that he may feel as if he could breathe properly once more, deron mulled over when the last time he'd been able to soak in the sidra. eyes drifting shut as he imagined the gentle sound of the water brushing the dock, the motion of rocking with the natural current till it would inevitably lull him to a light sleep. the half fae hadn't been able to truly soak in at least a week, work having kept him from velaris and then his presence desired here. nose scrunched up with distaste as the waft of something that was definitely not pleasant hit his sense, plucked unkindly from his own memories.
deron shoved himself off the wall, glancing both ways down the corridor before his eyes settled on a seemingly empty spot across from him. they shifted over the spot, attempting to focus on the pinprick of a shadow that he knew the other hid within. having failed the task, deron groaned with an eye roll. " if you insist on making me accompany you on malik's whim, the very least you may do is remain corporeal enough for me to not speak to myself." the retort is directed at the empty wall, though he waits for her body to form once more before speaking. " a statue would be friendlier company, zo."










