#moonache

THE PAST, ... O' WHAT A HAUNTING THING : it will always remain within, WAITING FOR THAT SPARK TO LIT IT TO FLAMES. ( you know this better than anyone now, don't you hero? ) lush lips hang just ajar, words 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 by her very own tongue. ❝ it is quite overwhelming, ... isn't it @moonache ? ❞ her voice soft, 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇 radiates from it, as she decides to sit down next to her.

He  had  no  idea  of  where  he  found  himself.  So,  with  no  clear  direction,  Link  began  to  move  to  find  out,  each  step  cautious  and  uncertain,  until  something  made  him  stop.  Just  ahead,  a  figure  lay  motionless  and,  without  hesitation,  he  changed  his  path.  His  pace  quickening  as  he  walked  toward  it,  only  to  discover  that  it  was  a  woman,  with  dark  hair  and  unfamiliar  armor.  He  knelt  beside  @moonache,  reaching  out  to  place  a  hand  gently  on  her  shoulder  in  hope  of  getting  a  reaction  ❝  Hey  ❞  he  finally  speaks  softly  once  he  thinks  he  has gotten  it  ❝  Can  you  hear  me  ?  ❞

“ who do we have here? ” i tease upon sight, a smile adorns my lips. i was already amused when shadowheart’d contacted me again after a good part of a year, asking to meet at a bit more of an obscure and seedier tavern in the city, and now so sporting a new look? with all things considered, i take it isn’t just because of those bounty hunters either.

❝ Aren't you supposed to be the pragmatic one, Shadowheart?! You aren't acting like it. ❞ Laera questions, her voicing raising to meet her companion's. ❝ Insisting you can go it alone because your faith in us is wavering; it's reckless, and it will get you killed. ❞ She can feel the heat crawl through and up her breastplate, the back of her neck beginning to sweat. ❝ So, is that what you want? Do you really 'ave a death wish? ❞

TO EACH THEIR OWN, HENCE SHADOWHEART CAN KEEP HER SECRETS. balefire offers her little in the way of emotional tells. he is unreadable, save for the distant lost expression that clings to the 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 of the left corner of his mouth. whatever she had meant by ' DARKNESS PROTECT ME ', though it will remain filed away IN THE MESS THAT IS THE MAN'S BRAIN, shall not be 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗱. instead he glances upon her with regards only to her pain, a silent query asked that did not intend to pry into her words, but only the injury he does not recall @moonache collecting on their journey.

he  taps  the  foot  of  a  nearby  log  with  the  heel  of  his  shoe  ,  as  if  directing  himself  in  which  direction  to  sit  without  turning  his  head  and  risking  disorder  ,  and  sit  ,  he  does  .  whether  or  not  she  will  entertain  such  a  conversation  eludes  him  ,  but  it  has  been  some  time  since  he's  allowed  himself  the  company  of  anyone  .  let  alone  ,  a  travel  companion  .

﹒⟢ ﹒𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 —〈 @moonache . 〉