2/7/2025, 2:26 AM
A time they had disappeared. Geraint’s ears shriveled back, laying flat against their skull for a moment before they shuddered a breath, low and painful.
I can’t apologize enough for that. I never wanted it.They remembered what happened, in disjointed, spastic flashes. Teeth, the ground, hot fire scorching through the lines at one of their back legs. It had remained unusable until their demise, but it had never slowed them. The same leg gave a faint ache, as if to tell them their body did remember what happened quite well.
Its been..years. For me.Alone, spiraling, paranoid, kept afloat only for Nightjar’s sake. Without her, the madness would have taken them sooner. That red eyed curse of rage that had festered and festered until they were swallowed whole. Geraint gave a shudder all over, but allowed Nightingale to pull away as they pulled themselves to their feet.
After you.They would lurk at Nightingale’s haunch like a reaper for the foreseeable future, that they were all too aware of.