Neverwinter Forest and no sun

sorry for the wait!!

her words came like a remedy, soothing an ache within his soul that seemed to both burn and freeze ; hot, like a sweltering flame, it stung his body and his arms and his legs with every step her took ; cold, like a thick block of ice, it was heavy and turned his blood black and thick. he said: littlest days, with a thick tone. he felt submerged in a tar-pit.

we fought young, he moved, as if it make himself more comfortable, and met the moonwomans gaze once more, searching it, as if for some sort of sign, some sort of whisper that perhaps he should just give up and leave. there was no sparring. only death. i survived because i killed, callyope, his last words came as a whisper, slick with guilt. i was the strongest because i was unrestrained, he felt he may choke.

he took a breath, then, and looked up through the treetops, where the moon would show only a fifth of her face. she was looking away from him. i am plagued, his gaze returned to the woman in front of him. with guilt, with memories, with awful things.

i do not know how to fix it, callyope, he lowered his head and sighed.