OPEN | prompt three | PAIN

[wrens]

prompt three | P A I N dressing-room style. start your own thread. tag others. wash, rinse, repeat. open to all.

 

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[pummel]

[ To have such command over so many people is both a funny and a terrible thing. (His retinue is not the biggest on the block, but no so-called army is when one gets down to the nitty gritty, for the human will is weak and the wrong kind of fervency will sputter and die out all too soon. He knows, at least, that wherever he goes, she will follow — or is it the other way around? — and so will the smuggler. That's two, by his side. Two more, he imagines, than most can say.)

Just as the room has emptied, he becomes the shadow at her back, intangible (only for the time being) but practically sewn onto her heels, made of the terrors that loom in the darkness, woven together by her sheer fervency. Blood still draws a red line down his face. ] Council, you said?