Cerulean Cape i'll savor how this emptiness defines you

behind him, a voice called out.
"aw fuck," he murmured into the wind, his own voice barely registering in his ears. he stopped long enough to peer behind to realize just how close the other was... but she was young. young like that other one, the stutterbox from the river... but younger. there was still something soft and childish in her features that he seemingly lacked now, not that he considered himself an adult.
his eyes narrowed to slits as he scrutinized her.
was she alone? seemed like it.
"what do you want?" he called back at her, though not quite at a yell. the wind would do some of the work for him, maybe... no, wait, fuck. he was standing with the wind in his face, so good luck to her then. maybe her little ears worked better than his for all he knew.