[ He couldn't not help but to laugh. His body shook, not in mirth, but a tree bent to a cold wind, the sound of it grating. Twisted as the white trees that grew in the tower, so long warn down.
Dry and bitter and wretched. ]
Perhaps, I will believe your naivety.
[ Perhaps, and only perhaps. For no creature of the void, no thing twisted by the Outsider, would ever say that and sound so sincere.
( What have they done to me? ) His hand raised, hand to chest, like any loyal man before a flag, and he begged her silence, begged her to be still, (and kept her voice so carefully close) gave her the same false promises he had in life. ]
Assassin will do. [ he had no reason to give his name, not when he damned him and he could not be sure. ]
gently smothers him with pillows
Dry and bitter and wretched. ]
Perhaps, I will believe your naivety.
[ Perhaps, and only perhaps. For no creature of the void, no thing twisted by the Outsider, would ever say that and sound so sincere.
( What have they done to me? ) His hand raised, hand to chest, like any loyal man before a flag, and he begged her silence, begged her to be still, (and kept her voice so carefully close) gave her the same false promises he had in life. ]
Assassin will do. [ he had no reason to give his name, not when he damned him and he could not be sure. ]