Blacktail Deer Plateau With the evening sun

when one path collapses, another opens. it was a terribly cliche thing to say, feels silly upon silveredtongue but ingram finds it irrevocably true. and if one doesn't: you make your own. this, ingram finds himself good at doing, despite that for much of his almost two years of life he has been content to be a follower. that did not, it seems, mean he was not a forger.

the end was never the end he was keen to believe: even in death.

though that belief does not particularly bode well for the committer of matricide.

surprisingly, i find that to be a relief. ingram admits with a cheeky grin tugging at the edges of his lips.