Ravensblood Forest at the body shop [ part ii ]

words left unspoken spiderweb themselves 'round ingram's mind; snaking up their throat but kept at bay. ash paw's ideas of balance sounds sickeningly, sweetly ...romantic: that balance exists. perhaps it did. perhaps it did not. regardless, it was not something the dreadfather deigned to concern themselves with.

a twitch of their scarred lips is given.

their attention wavers from their companion and flickers back to their threadbones. a soft nudge is given to praimfaya's ribbone; marred with teeth marks made like runes cut into stone. to any third party observer: they are just that: teeth marks.

to ingram, they spell out a story. threads of futures and pasts.

a beat follows before they gather their bones back up on the fur and replace them back in the small borrow, nudging them towards the back alongside the goat's skull.

i will return to the borders. i must process what i've seen and what it means. a honeyed lie slips from betwixt their lips; desire to linger in solitude taking hold of them now.