where i’ve been won’t do 乂 burial rites + feast + drinking comp

[CORRUPTTIMELINES]

Had Cory been able to truly remember his past life, perhaps he would participate. Not remembering your loved ones wasn’t exactly an easy thing to mourn, and seeing as the wyvern held no emotional attachment to anyone here, how was the bright-hued creature to truly mourn? It felt like he was intruding on their space, existing somewhere that was truly known he did not belong. Furthermore, while he respected the ritual, there was no reason for him to actively participate.

Trudging near, a small huff of air was allowed to pass through the nose of the giant, his eyes dull and weary. Sleep was a parallel reality that was not welcome into his brain. It was beginning to become more obvious between the flashes and nightmares soaking their way into his very core, deviating him from being able to process reality. All the winged beast wanted was to feel at ease, and yet danger lurked at every corner. In the mere snap of a second, he could collapse upon himself and feel nothing other than disdain and hatred over something he could not even remember. After all, it had pushed him to kill before, why not again now?

Listening intently, his orange hued gaze would transverse upward, and a soft, delicate line trailed its way into an almost endearing smile. Then, the beast would shake his head and draw backwards into a seated position, looking upon Merlin fondly.

“I do not have anything to mourn. My past is a messy recollection of stones that will not sort itself into a path still.”

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