Duskfire Glacier g*spy witchcraft

wintersbane feels her gaze upon him, as if he is a closed book she is trying to figure out how to open; and really, if that is the case it would not surprise him. like his father before him, he struggles to express emotion openly; verbally. he is used to keep it close to his chest; used to keeping it inside and keeping the carefully composed mask upon his scarred visage. tzila asks him questions that feel too hard to explain. how could he put them into words? none of them feel accurate enough for him.

maybe, if wintersbane was being honest with himself, he didn't dare let himself feel anything too strong. experience told him that when he was on the cusp of having everything he wanted it would be stolen from him.

he lets out a small snort; mostly at himself. honestly? he begins, knowing that if he was truthful with her it might let her see how damaged he really was. unreal —

like at any moment i'll wake up and everything will be stolen from me.