#ilriane.

cc: @weptlore

The "please" softens it, makes this a request, and so the rush of heat over his face, down his chest, has a different cause. Not shame, not of him, but perhaps knowledge that now isn't the time, no matter how much Ilriane wishes it could be.

Something wicked this way comes Something we may not outrun Hear the thunder Break the spell we're under Something wicked this way comes Keep the elders, keep the young Hidden til the storm is done The nights grow longer The winds grow even stronger Something wicked this way comes

I don't look down or I will fall I can't stop now so I keep climbing It's all I've ever known To never know the bullet I am biting But I came here to march with giants To break myself off my own demons To go where no one goes To know what no one knows To give my blood to find a goal inside my mind

Well, I've worked among the spinners and I breathe the oily smoke I've shovelled up the gypsum and it nigh on makes you choke I've stood knee deep in cyanide, got sick with a caustic burn Been working rough, I've seen enough to make your stomach turn