Moonspear but i always roll out alive

a dull silence followed charon’s outloud ponderings, and if charon happened then to glance upon the features of his son, he would likely see a strained and frustrated inarticulation hounding arcturus’ features. 

he drew a haggard sigh, his tail limp and voice tinged with guilt. i don’t know. his words had a dulled edge to them, as if arcturus was pained by speaking. we got into a fight and — his gaze fell to the ground in defeat, and the moonspearian youth said no more.