[ the word eyes floats about the gallows as freely as any other rumour: never blind at all, only faking it. casimir knows otherwise; hasn't been asked. hasn't seen the purpose to inquiring any further. without wonder, the impossible is but a state change —
to him. the press of ilias' fingers to temple, the manner in which kostos' own gaze so often dips. it's out of reach, but he knows it's there, ]
I intended to ask how you'd been.
[ and perhaps he should have been trying sooner. pressing a hand to dark glass; tracing the shape. ]
no subject
to him. the press of ilias' fingers to temple, the manner in which kostos' own gaze so often dips. it's out of reach, but he knows it's there, ]
I intended to ask how you'd been.
[ and perhaps he should have been trying sooner. pressing a hand to dark glass; tracing the shape. ]