BRIGADE
She is toying with him, he thinks, and suddenly something defensive flares in his chest. He doesn’t trust the way that her face peers up at him, the ethereal way that the gold catches the light. He doesn’t trust the way that her breathy exhale catches the corner of his pulse and he certainly doesn’t trust the way that he wants to reach out and trace the edges of her face, to see if she feels as delicate as she looks.
It makes him draw inward, his stony expression hardening, his stormy eyes fierce.
“Kensa,” he repeats and he finds that it tastes like honey and he can only think that it must be poison. In his life, he has never known beautiful things to be lovely and nothing but. He has never known such things to be innocent and his animalistic nature sends off warning bells in his head, setting him on edge.
She asks him questions and he nearly balks at it, unwilling to give up too much to the siren.
But, for all of the danger that churns within his chest, he is not quite willing to completely abandon her and so he is silent for perhaps a moment too long, his wings shifting back to their usual wine red and then settling at his sides. “I was born in Tephra,” he offers and hates the way that his chest constricts at the thought of his original home. “But I reside in Loess now.” Mostly, he wants to amend, because despite the fact that he has traded his freedom for Castile’s healers, he has yet to fully commit himself to their cause.
He is a ghost.
He is reckless.
He is selfish.
But she mentions her home and it’s not what he had expected. He had never heard much of Hyaline, but he had assumed she must me of the ocean, of something deep, mysterious, and beyond his understanding.
“What is Hyaline like?” he finds himself asking before burying the rest of his questions in silence.
the world was on fire and no one could save me but you
it's strange what desire will make foolish people do
@[Kensa]