Out of the Pan and into...
01-01-2019, 08:52 PM
Rhyme was 100% alone. He felt weird, Imperia and Solitude had left him that morning with almost no warning and hadn't returned yet. He wasn't sure how to feel about it either, more jumpy mostly. Not having the extra two pairs of eyes made him all the more alert as he patrolled the border. Maybe it was better that way, Rhyme felt like he was paying even more attention to the blustery day.
He was keeping his mind more keenly focused on the task at hand instead of drifting to Shaye. He had seen her appear when Vlad made himself known, but he hadn't been in any kind of position to speak to her since..
That night seemed to flash through his mind more frequently the longer he was away from her. What he regretted most at that moment was the potential damage to the relationship they had before. The shame the memories brought hurt the most. Why did something that felt so perfect in the moment have to be so wrong? Rhyme shook his head as he tried to empty it of that train of thought, which plagued him so frequently. He needed to be thinking about Tana, and the family he was creating with her. If they survived.
That thought hurt too much as well. He groaned as he came to a stop, the turmoil tight in his chest. His ravens needed to hurry back, he was much too uncomfortable in his thoughts.
He was keeping his mind more keenly focused on the task at hand instead of drifting to Shaye. He had seen her appear when Vlad made himself known, but he hadn't been in any kind of position to speak to her since..
That night seemed to flash through his mind more frequently the longer he was away from her. What he regretted most at that moment was the potential damage to the relationship they had before. The shame the memories brought hurt the most. Why did something that felt so perfect in the moment have to be so wrong? Rhyme shook his head as he tried to empty it of that train of thought, which plagued him so frequently. He needed to be thinking about Tana, and the family he was creating with her. If they survived.
That thought hurt too much as well. He groaned as he came to a stop, the turmoil tight in his chest. His ravens needed to hurry back, he was much too uncomfortable in his thoughts.
