6/20/2025, 3:26 PM
She lies, but it does not anger him. Her hollow eyes are all telling, as if her monotone voice. Grief sits beside her—he'd recognize the old friend anywhere. She is a girl hurting, and while he is a stranger, he is not heartless.
Alas, he's only a stranger to her. With a small, earnest smile, he brings himself to sit upon his perch. His eyes are inviting, just as they are filled with sympathy.
Perhaps with his name, she'd feel more comfortable. And perhaps he could help, if only a little.
You are hurting,he reasons. Cautiously, and he does not press closer, as he does not want her to get swallowed back into the sea or for her to be afraid.
You've lost someone, haven't you?He does not pry; it's a quiet, fragile invitation for her to bare her grief upon a shoulder that could handle it.
Alas, he's only a stranger to her. With a small, earnest smile, he brings himself to sit upon his perch. His eyes are inviting, just as they are filled with sympathy.
I am Rhadamanthus. May I ask your name?
Perhaps with his name, she'd feel more comfortable. And perhaps he could help, if only a little.
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"common • norse"
eve is welcome in all threads.