Stretched thin
Dread
Bard
10-17-2023, 01:00 PM
Dread was tired and sore, admittedly. In addition to the whole two fights in one day thing, he hadn't exactly gotten any rest the night before. Tossing and turning, nightmares of his mother, flickering memories... why did they all feel so far away? Why was it so hard to remember the sound of her voice? Dread cursed his memory-- it hadn't been that long. In the span of the lifetimes of his older siblings, of his father. They had time with her. What did Dread have? They all lived with the ghost in different ways. Crux's call... it surprised him and it didn't. Dread can hear it, the way it echoes through his skull and tugs at something in his chest. With a deep sigh, he rouses himself from another fruitless attempt at rest. It took him a bit to close the distance, but it seemed that Crux had called from the Plateau. In all honesty? Dread didn't know how this would go. Looks like they'd find out soon enough. As Dread drew near, his gaze fell heavily on his brother. "You look like hell." Hello pot, meet kettle. There's no malice in his tone. Tired, with a headache that hadn't gone away yet, he stands opposite Crux. A knot in his stomach, anxiety rising... a deep breath to steady himself. |
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