Noctisardor Bypass Sitting here underneath the bridge

he loved the way she spoke his name, loved to watch the syllables fall from her pale lips. one day, she will refer to him by his truth, and he fights the urge to smile at this passing thought.
i hope i am not... intruding on anything, he approaches with a slouch to his step, hobbling on his sore joints. anselm's gaze bores into him like a dull knife twisting into one's gut, and he revels in it. his spine will clean his teeth, his entrails will be hung from the branches of a golden willow; yes, yes.
sweetharbor, his tattered ears swivel forward. a fondness reaches for heda before it dissipates against the hard wall of anselm, the pussy who held her attention. he forces a smile. i would love to hear more of it, if you'll... allow.