[private] buried it where bones are buried; ryatah

[firion]

that day even the sun was afraid of you and the weight you carried

Could he ever hide the truth from his mother? Really hide it? He’s not so certain. Not sure that he could keep it tucked away from her piercing dark gaze. But, for now, he does his best. He keeps it pushed to the back of his mind and tries to focus on being the rambunctious, golden child of his youth. He flashes her another grin, widening his smile in earnest. “I would never lie,” he winks for good measure, mimicking a gesture he’s seen from his dad with a frightening accuracy. “Not from you, mom.”

There’s a laugh in the back of his throat, this genuine, and he grows a little more somber beneath her gaze, rolling his shoulder. “I really am better,” he promises, trying to skirt outside the way he had looked the last time that she had seen him. His bones breaking, flesh peeling back. How he had responded to a call without knowing what it meant, not really, and how that didn’t feel like bravery at all.

He slips away from her gaze and focuses his attention on her again once more, his mouth quirking to the side in thought. Something in his chest recoils from her angelic light and he curses that fundamental part of himself that cannot handle looking at for too long—that weakness. As if in response, his shadow companion leaps forward, crawling up his leg and clinging to his neck before curling onto his back. He barely notices the movement of it. “Let’s talk about you now though,” his eyes find hers again.

“It certainly looks like you have something of your own to share.”

so you saluted every ghost you've ever prayed to and then buried it where bones are buried

@[Ryatah]