Hushed Willows Trigger warning:Tonight, we're Fighting for our Lives

he had gone for a quick night patrol, hoping to familiarize himself with epoch's slopes in the dark. yet something familiar tinged the breeze and he could not help but wander. confused, tantalized, concerned. he could not imagine what he would have found among the willows.

a familiar man caked in his own blood, crumpled in a pile.

but maxim was not prepared to fall back into a soldier's existence just yet and instead of alert guardianship, he became softened. worried with pinched brows and a warm, soft voice. standing out of reach in case the reaction was poor.

reyson...? what has happened?

he smelled nothing but the man's own blood and mereo. what exactly had transpired?