Ankyra Sound [m] Our Lady of the Underground

The song was one of yearning and her voice brimmed with the heartache that had inspired her voice to lift. Swordfish grew rigid, eyes fixed on the pale face of the girl he had known as a child. They had played on the beach together. She had yelled at him for hunting a seagull, though he could hardly remember that the bird had been her friend… and her heart had shattered when his teeth had ended its life.

Yer too far from home.

The young man’s voice was gruff, distant. He did not wish to acknowledge the feelings he’d had as a child. It felt as though it weakened him, made him susceptible to this- this sensation that burned against his skin and drove him wild.

Closer now, her scent overpowered him. He inhaled, fixing her with a cold stare.