Cedar Sweep Deep within you til you will not want me any other way

He could not say he ever took pleasure in tears, but he found there would always be something rare and treasurable in being the one to see them fall.

He would have watched it forever. He would have made constellations of her tears, named each one after a star and used them like a map.

The world was darkness only when her voice reached his ears. A good listener, it was nearly all he had going for him.

And her voice deserved to never be spoken over, only listened to.

He could not speak but something rose within his throat as a sound. Basic and primal, but how badly he hoped she would understand. I will find it. His hunt could be for more than just — this.

@Alara maybe a spree? <3