Two Eyes Cenote Does he speak to you now?

alas, even if i were to, the threadbones do not work like that. they should what can be, what may be but not what is. nothing is set in stone. so easily a simple decision could alter someone's entire path in a whole instance; leading them towards an entirely different outcome. and they are never so concise.

and they have been wrong. or ingram has been wrong. together, the morbid bones and the godkiller had been wrong.

her words bring about surprise in ingram and it shows blatantly on his face; caught so terribly off guard. his brain processes slowly; chugging along as if it runs off of years old oil, half congealed. he wonders if he's misunderstood ... but he does not think he has.

for no doubt he was the prince terrible and she the girl.

so many warnings dance across his tongue; each of them unspoken. for, she's come to learn enough about him that he doubted she did not already know them for herself. i could ruin you. he warns softly, thinking of his past, that he was not the man you brought home to mom and dad.

are you sure? lays hidden between the words of that warning; a soft tilt of his head. a chance for her to change her mind before he agreed; because strangely enough, even before he knows her answer to his warning, he knows he will agree.