Witch's Marsh duelo

AW! Mature tag is because he's grieving - set for 4/12 night

he tore out of the lowlands and up, up, up across greenland valleys.

a flame burning at two ends.

yesterday, soto buried his captain.

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that fucking witch.

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traitor moon, soto thinks as he climbs down into a spit of marshland. for all its luminance, he knew it was a thousand miles away.

how many more must he bury?

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again comes that clawing, sickening feeling.

when juarez had been alive, he knew what to do to keep his brother's mind busy. he knew the early signs before soto did. without fail, here comes big brother juarez with a new task. an errand out of the countryside -- always conveniently coinciding with the moment soto felt the ugliness within him stirring.

i'm going to fucking flip --

but no juarez today.

no green.

a madman's laugh leaves soto, his belly constricting as he thinks of khusobek. oh, he longs to feel that blade wedged against his throat again.

somewhere in this wilderness, he won't find what he's looking for -- but he'll find somebody.

and that will have to do.