( just a smile, more sincere than many, smaller than most. )
You're welcome.
( it is the least he can do, in light of so many other terrible things he might, for the living or the dead.
but he doesn't pressure the moment, shifts gaze to stare after the disappeared butterflies, lets the ghost determine if he's ready to speak, or if he's content as he is. all of this place, all of this former home of the merchant, echoes in wrong things, in remembered tragedies, in living decay. lifecycles that bind and force nightly death and rebirth, mocking many things.
at least the mermaids, dead and alive, appear satiated by aspects of it all. )
no subject
You're welcome.
( it is the least he can do, in light of so many other terrible things he might, for the living or the dead.
but he doesn't pressure the moment, shifts gaze to stare after the disappeared butterflies, lets the ghost determine if he's ready to speak, or if he's content as he is. all of this place, all of this former home of the merchant, echoes in wrong things, in remembered tragedies, in living decay. lifecycles that bind and force nightly death and rebirth, mocking many things.
at least the mermaids, dead and alive, appear satiated by aspects of it all. )