Northstar Vale phthónos

he did not look at her.

he didn't need to. her scent was heavy all around him, stained by another. instead kairos kept his eyes trained upon the flower. after a moment he reached out, teeth closing around its cheerful head, and plucked it from its stem. he chewed in contemplative silence.

they were all just food in the end, weren't they?

kairos nearly laughed, but then he thought better of it. mmm, depends on your definition, he murmured as he swallowed the last of it, letting a few stray bits of bright, crushed petals fall from his mouth. i've considered it with the general's blood on my teeth. i've considered how he twitched in the dirt like the rest. guess there's worse ways to go.

he turned toward her then, showing his teeth in what might have been a grin were his eyes not so darkened. bet his grave saw more soldier's piss than most, though.