[ Is there a god to be thanked for either of their presences here? She is dead, and so is he. Rather than be cynical, once more she sees the fortune of their circumstance. Once more, his chest feels tight after speaks. Ever so softly, and with it in mind that admitting a truth may release their bonds, he say this: ] I, as well.
[ It is one thing to be cautious to even admit this. It is another thing to make oneself vulnerable enough to do so. Finally, it is something else entirely to trust another that, in light of that vulnerability, that they will not trample upon it. He knows not why he feels it is safe to admit anything in her company.
No, that is a lie. He knows exactly why.
Somnus rolls his wrist against hers, which undoes the last of the thread that binds them. It seems his confession, so benign a thing, had been grand enough to satisfy its conditions. ]
Would you care to sit with me?
[ Should she agree, he’ll unclasp his cloak and lay it upon the ground for her. ]
no subject
[ It is one thing to be cautious to even admit this. It is another thing to make oneself vulnerable enough to do so. Finally, it is something else entirely to trust another that, in light of that vulnerability, that they will not trample upon it. He knows not why he feels it is safe to admit anything in her company.
No, that is a lie. He knows exactly why.
Somnus rolls his wrist against hers, which undoes the last of the thread that binds them. It seems his confession, so benign a thing, had been grand enough to satisfy its conditions. ]
Would you care to sit with me?
[ Should she agree, he’ll unclasp his cloak and lay it upon the ground for her. ]