[ falco examines their new surroundings with outreaching eyes; it was battle worn and had plenty of stories to tell. he wouldn’t have time to ask now— only to add to the history of who stepped where. the boy nods, already beginning to dislocate himself to a spot further out. ]
Yes— I’ll stay over here.
[ a thin bladed knife with a hilt made of flora goes from underneath his robes, at his hip to his hand. in preparation, he inhales holds his breath— and hugs the blade with his fingers and palm, making the motion to cut himself as swift as possible. he must bleed, and this may very well cause pollution . . . pollute wisely, trenchies say. ]
cw self harm
Yes— I’ll stay over here.
[ a thin bladed knife with a hilt made of flora goes from underneath his robes, at his hip to his hand. in preparation, he inhales holds his breath— and hugs the blade with his fingers and palm, making the motion to cut himself as swift as possible. he must bleed, and this may very well cause pollution . . . pollute wisely, trenchies say. ]
I’m ready, Childe.