12-17-2013, 06:53 PM
Hector is grim as the others clamor for the bone. Tamsin at one shoulder and Thomas at the other are the only ones who hear him when he makes his decision. He says nothing and then he uncrosses his arms from where they'd locked themselves over his chest and stands from the rock he'd sat on all through the Cracking.
He stands with those who will.
He stands with those who will.
Look. I have school. And RP. And all my other time is taken up by sheer, unreasoning panic. I don't have time for Reddit.
-- ixphaelaeon
-- ixphaelaeon