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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[tracked]

[ To most, it might seem a high price, but to Jonathan — to Johnny – it's nothing. (Or if it's a price steeper than what he ought to be paying, then he doesn't notice. He never does, because all that he sees is her. He is devoted, and his devotion is a singular, loyal, stolid creature, not a fanatical thing in the vein of some of those who would lay down their lives for Mother Charlotte. It's a quiet thing that will protect Madchen until there's no life left in him anymore.)

His hand rises to curl gently about her elbow, the hand holding the candle kept to the side so as not to burn either of them, even if the wind should blow any harder than it does now. ]

Okay, [ is what he says (it's probably one of the most-used words in his vocabulary).

There are a lot of things to be afraid of, and he doesn't blame her for a single one. ]

I'll get the other candles, okay?