Honeyed Pasture oh, the river

a frightful, soul-stumbling part of acrux wished to never cross that girl again. for certainly that was what she was — a girl — despite his sister's recognition of her as a beast. a mean spirited, evil child sapped of warmth and stricken with the frigidity of monsters. 

if you drowned right now, no one would care.

he sucked in a breath as he felt the muscles along maggak's back tense, a breath held to the sound of her sniffle. he is silent where she is resolute, and after a moment of nothing but the gentle chirping of cricket, there is an exhale. 

"i want to be strong. i want to be strong for you," he revealed through an earnest press of his forehead. "so that if we find that beast," he decided, adopting his sister's choice of identification, "it will know the strength of us both."

he would not cower behind his sister while she set out to fight his demons. 

"will you teach me?"