Blacktail Deer Plateau the swelling of broken violins

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olive embraced him more closely unto her, and armand felt his shivering subside; he suspended himself there placidly, a small smirk writ onto his lips as she spoke. he did not immediately answer, thinking upon the nuance of her words, though he gave a strong laugh at her obscenity, passing from her sugared mouth as it did. "i know no blackfeather fuckers, dear olive," armand purled after a heartbeat's span of time had passed. "nothing was done unto me; i did it to myself." it was the truth; the boy had chosen this life -- was it even such -- for himself and resisted all change to it.
perhaps if the other boys had not turned upon him! or the dark children had not tried to kill him! armand did oft wonder what sort of creature he would have become had such tragedies not placed their blot upon the water of his life, the black tendrils spreading across the surface of his spirit like some cancerous blight. "i wonder if i should return home with you. what do you say?" in truth, he did not wish to do this; he wished to be left alone, but the winter's chill pressed him into reality, no matter how grudging.[/tr][/td][/table]