partying partying yeah

*Tempo* · (This post was last modified: 02-05-2020, 09:12 PM by Tempo.)

Tempo hovered beyond the very edges of the growing gathering, he'd become a ghost in Abaven even more withdrawn at Beat's disappearance. He knew his aunt was heartbroken over it but as much as the boy wanted to comfort her he dared not. Now more than ever he was convinced of the curse and of his own lack of self-worth. Beat had gone to escape him, escape the misfortune he brought of that Tempo was sure. His heart longed to join the celebration but he dared not.

Instead, he sat the mouth of his den, he'd tried to pick a place away from the bulk of the pack, and from this vantage point, he could see shapes moving through the trees, hear the gentle building of music coming from some source he did not know. But he dared not join them, a silent, sullen observer.

"Cursed Lines" & Innocent Thoughts

Art by Risketch

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