you're a fraud and you know it
but it's too good to throw it all away
The darkness slowly descended, wrapped its shadowed mantle round the trunk of every tree, chased away the final dregs of evening light. The Thief's call ran unanswered along the stone pathways until it disappeared entirely, lost to the pull of the wind, taking with it his optimism, his daring confidence. And then came the strike of footfalls in reply, beating their way up the cliff side. Roland turned towards the sound, hardly daring himself to feel hope above the despair, willing away the prospering coils of anticipation, the excitement that suddenly clutched at his heart.
The Mender's call echoed off the rocks, seeming to come from everywhere at once, an embrace that coaxed a breath of relief from his lungs. She swept towards him, a dark shadow illuminated by only the barest fragments of moonlight, over the crumbling shale that littered the footpath. Imogen was at her heels, a white spectre floating soundlessly over the rocks. The Thief stepped towards them as Lena gathered him against her chest, curling around him, wrapping him up in a warm embrace he had been starving for. He supported the weight of her side against his, leaning back into her solid frame as if uncertain he could stand alone.
Roland had harbored his suspicions, his assumptions of what might have happened, what had robbed him of her presence for so long, but he would not force too many questions upon her when he was simply revelling in the happiness that came with having her by his side. "Are you alright?" He breathed, curling around her to return the embrace, his gaze sweeping her hide for any marks, any blood. His mind turned to the quest he had intended to embark upon, once the sun had risen and the valley was bright with weak autumn sunlight, and the Thief found he could not conceive of letting her go, of parting ways when they had only just been reunited. How was he to let her out of his sight, to meet whatever ends might come of him, when he went to toy with a force he had so little understanding of? A question itched at the back of his mind, a request, too steep, too great to voice, something he could not bear the thought of burdening her with; and yet, he wanted her support, needed her knowledge, her resilience, patience and bravery in the face of danger, a seasoned veteran at his side.
@[Lena]
sometimes you even fool yourself a bit
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