#warriorsfitz

“Well damn.”

“Oh? That’s quite the reaction Fitz, you got some thoughts you wanna share?” 

"...I hope you don't mind me saying how ridiculously built you are, but..." 

      "-------- you look like you’re the kind that say that to all the boys...”

The abandoned building came veiled with the rift—that even without a gift, it was easily discernible from how the hallways betrayed the normal plan of how it was built --------- just then he walked past a door that didn’t lead out to a stairwell—it was practically looking down at it. And for those like him, gifted and awake, there was still caution to be held as the truth of it licked at his bare skin like a cold night --------- a song of the veil, the hymn of the lost. To where they linger in between, they’d come. At the very least Zain had foresaw enough to keep it in—that with his own prepared ritual, the blight of it would never cross beyond the fence of the named land. It wouldn’t harm the civilians -------- or so he thought.

A hum, a weight, a time within his grasp as he moved through space --------- from here to there; to where the other stood as he opened the door. That before the stranger fell down into literal oblivion as it was where the door opened onto, Zain had him by the collar. With enough pull, he had the man literally crashing against the swell of his chest.

      “--------- lost, love?”