Altar of Twilight andächtig

tension plied the corner of his mouth. "some time before she left, takiyok and i spoke. there are things beyond my control. and few things last forever," he quoted of the winterwhite, though the hollow ache that his meeting with wylla left behind reverberated through his bones.
roots slithering around his ankles, binding him to the cold earth and the things it offered over words of love and 
a future — 
the future being something that mahler had surrendered.
"i have a small land now," the gargoyle brushed on, unsure if he could bear any words of support from nyx. "it is not a grand claim but it is manageable. safe." rambling, grief choking off the last of his words.