concoctive: ꜰᴏʟᴋʟᴏʀᴇ ∗ ᴘʟs ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (014)
alfyn greengrass! ([personal profile] concoctive) wrote 2024-06-15 01:48 am (UTC)

wk 0; friday

[ alfyn's steps are steady and audible as he walks, approaching the pyre where he'd spent the night before - but he's got a death grip on his axe, instead of snapping it into the loop on the back of his belt for carrying. like he's not sure whether it's actually safe now that the evening has passed, after having seen aventurine lying dead at laudna's feet beneath the stage.

when he sees marina, he heads over to her - and whether she's sitting or standing, he'll do the same next to her, spine made of steel and ramrod straight to draw him to full height.

the affable, dog-like friendliness is gone as he stares into the fire silently for a moment with his jaw working.
]

... found Aventurine. Be nice to maybe think he just fell, 'stead of someone doin' it to him.

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