Moonspear when they come for you, i will shield your name

to terance, in this moment, the words leaving rannoch's mouth weren't what he wanted to hear-- and they weren't necessarily helpful. to him, lyra was supposed to be that wolf. she was supposed to be the one that looked at him like that. but that was such blind hope.

and terance was slowly beginning to realize that, even though his poor heart fought it. his shoulders straightened a bit, and he let out a soft sigh. “you’re right,” he finally said, a crushing sensation pressing on his chest. his lips curved into a light smile, a small one, for a half a second before they pressed together tightly.

“well…” he then began, taking in a breath, "it looks like i'm coming with.”