OPEN | prompt one | RAIN

[wrens]

prompt one | R A I N I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.

 

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[eyeshined]

[He looks into Mother Charlotte's eyes, and he sees wrath. Driving everything she does, every word she says, all the time she takes to gather people to her and keep them there. It's pure in her, purer than he's seen it in anyone else - and he's seen some wrathful fuckers, closed away in antioch's white-walled hellholes.

She isn't desperate with it, isn't constantly fitful, lashing out at everything and anyone. It's tempered in her, sharpened down to a blade. And Constant has an appreciation for blades.

His fingers press heavier against her hand, following out the slim bones, the lines of tendons, curling around her wrist to touch the throb of the artery there.]

No.

[Selfish to the extreme. Just like him and his desire for survival. They were two turns of the same dial, he and Mother Charlotte. He knew it, and that was why he stood here now, close, meeting her eye, touching her.]