Neverwinter Forest on a black throne reigns upright

Rian pls

A strangled breath was sucked greedily up between clenched teeth, and whistled down into the emptiness that hollowed out the inside of the boy that once claimed three rabbits. Even that had been a lie, and he knew if he ever admitted the truth of it to Cypress, that the raven boy would never look upon him the same. It was such a small thing in comparison to the overwhelming burdens crushing down on them both, but he didn't think himself strong enough to withstand even the tiniest pebble added to the mountain guilt he felt towards their unfortunate circumstances. 

The arguement that sprang forth from Cypress' lips crashed against Rian and he pinned his ears as flat as they could go against the bulk of his neck and shook his head firmly, refusing the contrarian ideals. As tempting as it was, he couldn't absolve himself of any of this. Still, through the fog, cut through the sudden understanding that it was not just Rian who felt like this, but Cypress. The tiny, awestruck boy with his head in the clouds was now a scapegoat unto himself. It was a foulness that did not settle right, and clung like tar to the walls of his mind. His heart lurched, urging him forward a few more hesitant steps.

"Cypress," He murmured, the boyish lilt of his voice darkening with each passing month. Soon he would boast the rich, tonal brogue of his father. A sudden thought came to him and the words tumbled carelessly from his mouth, "we should leave."