Unfortunate Shifts
The silence that hung around them was one he had contemplated breaking. He wasn't too sure what to say to her - more so stuck in his own internal confusion. When he had agreed for her as his Queen, he was told of her lifestyle; spun a vision of a loyal wife, strong in image and tradition. The one who would unlock Asphodel's full potential. Not one that battled mountain lions and ran from the altar. A sharp breath left his lungs in an exhale, and his dual-colored eyes surveyed the area they were coming up to. It was still dark out, both were exhausted from battle and his wounds ached numbly from their walking. Of course, his pride was far too great to risk showing her signs of that. In truth, he was relieved she wasn't trying to still flee from him; and he liked to think it was because she felt safer with him. Instead of embarrassing himself, he opted to ears flick his ears back upon his skull, and a frown graced his charming features. "There won't be any shelter here." A dull fact stated, for the land suddenly came to a stop before them, and a rather daunting fall haunted the air remaining. A small pool of dread settled in his gut at the thought of the two of them exposed and vulnerable for the remainder of the night - especially with their energy waning. "Or maybe it is the perfect spot for the night. At least I know that's one less escape route for you." "" |