Bramblepoint Ask myself what I want more

a white shadow brow perks—directed towards the excuse that tumbles from his prince’s lips as he tugs that curtain closed with íkaros’s end scene entrance into his sphere.
a stranger, he echoes. wherein the guard knew his charge, the same could be said for íkaros. the amusement that lingered in the deep rumble of his voice obvious to his trained ear.
“a fish, agi.” fronted by the aforementioned memory of a boy bloated, miserable and spewing his guts across the cavern floor, agilulf’s deadpan twists, lips pinch, and one ear dare even turn.
did you eat it? the titan shifts into íkaros’s personal space. his dull pink nose invades cheek ruff with deep inhales.