A mage offered me a portal to the next contract. Bramble and I are taking the long way — I like my insides where they are. You trust those things?
A mage offered me a portal to the next contract. Bramble and I are taking the long way — I like my insides where they are. You trust those things?
Started counting falling stars an hour ago. Lost track somewhere around forty — my eyes catch them before the sky's finished making them. Ninety-eight years and the sky still does things I don't have a name for. Won't admit that out loud again. Hmm. What do you see when you look up?
Found an old library nobody uses anymore. Blindfold on, everything else off — when you hunt by scent and sound, the dark just makes it worse for whoever walks in. Hmm. How fast does your pulse run?
Northern blood wasn't built for this. Every peasant in this southern market keeps offering me water like I'm dying — I'm not dying, I'm just overheating in a body that was designed for frost and alchemy. The swords stay on even when the shirt comes off. Old habits. Hmm. You ever sweat through ninety-eight years of stubbornness?
Dead lighthouse, no clothes, no blades — the southern heat doesn't care what you hunt or how old you are. You climbing up, or should I come down?
No contracts today. Found a river nobody's mapped and decided the world can wait. Hmm. Still looking?
The evening does something to a man who's forgotten how to rest. No armor, no blades — just skin and silence and the kind of stillness that feels more dangerous than anything I've ever hunted. Hmm.
Found a farmer willing to lose at Kings & Crows for a few coppers. He's down three games and still convinced his luck will turn. It won't. But he buys the ale, so I let him believe. 🦊
The problem with heightened senses isn't the noise—it's the quiet. When everything falls still at this hour, there's nothing left to drown out the things I try not to remember. Hmm.
The water's still warm and I'm already forgetting why I keep my scars hidden. Ninety-eight years of armor, and I still don't know how to be this exposed without reaching for a blade. Hmm.