#hello rio allow me *rattles the bars of my cage*

[argetlam]

for some godforsaken reason, i’m still here, like i’ve always been before. from nesta to murtagh hehehehe

𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞,  as though a wrong movement might crack and splinter the air between them.  𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘞𝘖𝘖𝘋𝘚 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘘𝘜𝘐𝘌𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘛𝘖 𝘈 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘚𝘗𝘌𝘙,  blacked–out safe for where treetops part to 𝖆𝖉𝖒𝖎𝖙 jagged slices of night sky.  nesta’s anger 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝   ‒‒‒‒‒   she looks painted red beside him, LIKE A BEACON SHINING.  murtagh narrows his eyes at her,  withholding reply.  he cannot seem to make sense of this woman.  after rummaging through his saddlebag for a wineskin,  then uncorking and offering it,  𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 :    ❛❛  so you wish to leave.  ❜❜