Noctisardor Bypass Sitting here underneath the bridge

he could devour that boy right here and bathe his maiden in the scarlet that seeped from his swelling carcass.
andras is silent, appearing crestfallen for a long while as he watches anselm shift and turn away, leaving heda in his wake. do not waste your time on this bitch, he so fiercely wished to say; come to me and i will make you a real woman. but he does not. he could not. amadeo would not do such a thing.
i don't think he likes me very much, he says instead, a shy quality to the deep baritone. i don't really know why. he has treated me like this since i arrived here.
and then she speaks of sweetharbor, of her previous dalliances and the children that once fattened her belly, given to her by the man who was only bones now.
it sounds lovely, from what you have shared with me, he falls in line beside her, allowing his shoulder to brush against her in a silent plea for camaraderie, for comfort — tell me you feel the same, tell me you will be mine mine mine — i am sure you miss it very much. i miss the home that god had given me, too. but we are here for a reason, no? his smile is honeysuckle sweet, creeping up the edges of his graying muzzle. i choose to believe everything happens for a reason.