the livings easy

Theory · 08-19-2019, 06:52 PM

Motif's disappearance also weighed heavy on her mind, as well as how scarce Noir and Verse had made themselves. Perhaps Noir's absence was a blessing, given the current circumstances. He had always been... difficult. Shaye and Rhyme were burdened with responsibility. She had heard whispers that Vail had passed, although she hadn't been as close to the pale woman as Motif and Poem had been. Through it all, Theory still tried to smile. It was so difficult. Like the fire from the thicket still quietly raged in each and every one of them, but it was impossible to put out. So much had happened.

Theory had tracked Poem's scent to the rapids. It felt like an eternity since they had last spoken, but logically she knew it hadn't been that long. A few weeks? That was still much too long. She approached quietly, her breath misting on the cold air. "Poem?" Theo said quietly. Her sister seemed caught in a private, internal war. Theory would gladly throw herself into the crossfire. "May I come lie with you?" Alouette alight beside her own brother and shuffled her wings, huddling close to him for warmth.

"Speech"

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