The Wall i put my fears inside

to ingram's amusement she uses the name he calls her for herself. there is a small rise of satisfaction, cruel in it's nature that nestles in his throat. almost like laughter caged there. have you? challenges the dreadfather, churlish smirk tugging at the edges of his lips.

ah, but i am no spirit. ingram informs her grimly. not anymore. i am flesh and bone, like you, halfbeast.

mild curiosity grips him, nesting beside the uncertainty that has taken root within him the moment he set seaglass gaze upon her. study what?