Black Morass upon restlessness;

maybe never.

he found he loathed that her gaze had gone away. yet what was he to do? order her to look at him? it would hold no weight and do nothing other than disrupt their tethers.

but if i find myself far away and in a dark hour, it would be a shame to think i snubbed the knowledge.

dramatic, that he knew. a sliver of a grin on his face for it, before he turned away to gather a few of the berries she had collected.