Cerulean Cape άλας

i'm...gonna kind of handwave how much of her language he can understand/speak for discussion/plot sake <3 pls let me know if that's not okay

he knew enough, he knew more than he wished to know. the lull of her tongue was like a second coat now. unnecessary in the spring, but carried all the same.

and perhaps he felt less guilt about his transgressions when they spoke a tongue that he had not been born with.

as if he could hide from the eyes of God by using another language. foolish.

she spoke his own and he found himself skittish of the sound of it alone. what kind of man had he become?

υπάρχει ένα νησί, he gestured out towards where he had been once before. he had done a giant loop in the wilds and all of it had been for nothing.

he was tired of nothing.

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