#incarnaet

⠀ ❝  correct,  ❞ ⠀ comes the nonchalant reply from the genius loved by god.  if he had to name one redeeming quality for the maiden death,  then it is that she is smarter than she gives herself credit for  –  quick to catch on.  unlike most that try to converse with him,  even if it comes from a place of self-preservation. ⠀ ❝  but feel free to do so anyway,  if it makes you feel better.  the end result will be the same.  ❞

@incarnaet : “ i used to think that i deserved this. ”

" you never did. " that is something ankou for vehemently defendㅤ:ㅤher innocence. there will never be a time in which the watchman would agree with this statement. " you did not ask to become death. " he puts it bluntly, " you never asked to take the lives of those around you. it was a perfect imperfection about you . . . and tragic luck in your life. " a gentle hand comes, placing itself upon her head. where golden tresses stray under his touch.

" my dear, you are as kind as a saint. " her heart was pure, her intentions were gentle, kindㅤ-ㅤoh, so very kind. but life itself was most damning to her. the hand she had been dealtㅤ&ㅤthe results she suffered from. " you did not deserve any of it. for you have always been a gentle girl at heart. " there is bitterness in the way he speaks, bitter for the agony she had suffered living in this cursed country.

" but now, you can look back and see all that you have learned. those you have loved, and those that have passed. now you can look at yourself and sayㅤ:ㅤi'm alive. "

" it would be naught but lies if i were to say seeing you once again is anything but nostalgic. " his words are soft, kindㅤ -ㅤas he has always beenㅤ&ㅤankou retains familiar gestures. pale complexion hiding away soft tiers in contemplation.ㅤceres had left that once - cursed country.ㅤan outcome he did not come to expect from the woman. but to say it was an unwelcomed change of pace would also be false. " you've been fairing well, then, dear? " the question comes with the hope that she has, it would dampen this pleasant reunion if he found out ceres has been struggling once again. " it has been quite a few years . . . i'd hope you've come into your own independence. " @incarnaet

@incarnaet : “ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”

shocked that he had been found this far out, lucas's wide eyes flicker in their gaze upon ceres.ㅤhe clears his throat before allowing digits to riseㅤ&ㅤpush golden locks behind his ear.ㅤthe gentle drizzle that blesses the ground they stand upon now feels like a distant comfort than chilling misery. " ceres . . . " lucas softly speaks, trying to find the right words to say. alas, for all his knowledge, he could come up with nothing. " i - i guess i was simply wrapped up in my own thoughts. " he smiles, but it doesn't show an ounce of pleasantryㅤ:ㅤit's odd to witness, for once in their short lifetime. " i suppose . . . i was thinking about how less lonely it seems when one stands under fresh rain. "

@incarnaet : “ you can’t or you won’t? ”

there's a soft huff of breath escaping him,ㅤshe has grown more bold by the dayㅤ&ㅤankou can simply watch her. the way determination has clung to her as a saving grace was a beautiful sight to see. it meant that doing away with her own life was out of the question.ㅤperfect, good, as it shall remain.ㅤbut it doesn't mean ankou is free from those gentle, scathing eyes of hers. " i . . . cannot, dear princess. " so much was set in motion, and his voice remained shackled. for what else could he do for her but this? " i am ashamed to admit that much remains out of reach for me. & as much as i would love to solve all that you seek with my knowledge . . . do forgive me . . . "

What an odd observation to make, especially during the tides of war. For the sake of keeping peace, he keeps the comment to himself. After all this woman did assist him during his time of need. Suffering at the hands of a grave injury, she remained at his side to ensure he survived.

Now he's assisting her to reach a destination of her choice. Letting the silence between them grow, he almost decides to shrug off the remark. Almost, his years spent growing among tutors that cemented lessons of etiquette and mannerisms scream at him for his impoliteness. So loud these thoughts are, he settles for a short, cryptic answer to silence them.

"I do not carry any right for it."