[ he opens his mouth, having a retort for all of that until hwylyrn unfairly drops the last bit like a dagger to his heart. which he does have, even if it's a twisted black thing by now.
(...) ]
Fine. [ quietly, softly. ]
Next week, I have too much to do before then.
[ his mysterious Sundays which will include dying this time. he's also looking anywhere else but in hwylryn's direction, thank you. ]
no subject
(...) ]
Fine. [ quietly, softly. ]
Next week, I have too much to do before then.
[ his mysterious Sundays which will include dying this time. he's also looking anywhere else but in hwylryn's direction, thank you. ]