Barrow Fields guzila

real brief bad language but nothing wild.

Fate.

He held back his bitterness. Fate was a bitch, that much he knew. Despite his feelings he held his tongue on the matter. This man had done nothing wrong and did not deserve a seasoning of Rokig's negativity. Truthfully, he had though he had moved on and healed from his former feelings but it seemed some just chose to hide away. So he shoved them back down to hide some more.

I can't say I do. He responded easily as he watched with silver eyes. It was an odd display he had been presented with all of a sudden. Part of him had to wonder what he was about to get into.