[ Another little phylactery and murder plot. Ilias knows the stakes, certainly better than Isaac, peering always through glass.
They're worse when they're together, He'd told Kostos, and meant it. There was a time, however short, when he'd known them apart. Clipped images, maybe. But finer in the frame. ]
When I asked you of his days — What I mean is this. He has a life outside you. [ The girl, Clio; a corpse, and forever a girl. They were young: Ten years ago, maybe fifteen. ] He deserves that.
[ Isaac stretches a leg, an excuse to shift his gaze. The room is dim, and cloth strains the light indistinct. Perhaps it's the same outside, he loses track of late. His nights, Ilias' days, and this illness. Time bleeds. ]
i promise i'm changing back the icons later i just havent gotten around to it yet
[ Another little phylactery and murder plot. Ilias knows the stakes, certainly better than Isaac, peering always through glass.
They're worse when they're together, He'd told Kostos, and meant it. There was a time, however short, when he'd known them apart. Clipped images, maybe. But finer in the frame. ]
When I asked you of his days — What I mean is this. He has a life outside you. [ The girl, Clio; a corpse, and forever a girl. They were young: Ten years ago, maybe fifteen. ] He deserves that.
[ Isaac stretches a leg, an excuse to shift his gaze. The room is dim, and cloth strains the light indistinct. Perhaps it's the same outside, he loses track of late. His nights, Ilias' days, and this illness. Time bleeds. ]
You do.