#echooo

The journey on the surface was a long and tiring one. Cinis was able to keep up with his father well enough, and was even offered some praise for how well he’d done in their mission. The grim reality of what they had done didn’t weigh on Cinis at all. In fact, he felt pride and joy in what they had done. Blood stained hands were something his father told him he’d get used to. And he was. 

But he was glad to be back home. The underworld was safe and quiet compared to above. He’d slept for what left like days before he was roused by his father. His father told him to take a few days to himself. Visit friends, do what he wanted. It was rare that his father would do so. Cinis had very little friends, but he knew the first person he wanted to go reunite with. 

Echo. 

He says nothing as he approaches her. he wields a knife he’d stolen from one of his victims and throws it her direction. It lands in a tree beside her.

If she looked his direction, she’d find a grinning Cinis, hands in the pockets of his pants. His hair was longer, his muscles bigger, and he’d even managed to grow a little bit of facial hair in the month he’d been gone. 

BAHAHAHA

not physical pain, but i do enjoy hitting people hard with some good angst

Darius leans forward and hesitates.