Larksong Grotto joyland

vuk felt eyes upon her, and turned to look over one pallid shoulder. hiram stood close at hand, and for a long moment, vuk merely gazed at him. the agony he had evoked in her stirred, but vuk put it aside, and stood, coursing herself toward hiram with slow steps. and when she stood close enough to behold his handsome features, the mingling of pain and emotion in his eyes, she spoke.

"w-we are l-leaving." no timeframe was given — what did it matter? vuk's tone carried no malice, merely the slow churn of exhaustion and pain that lies like black mud upon the ceiling of one's soul.