swallow the sun ☀️ open, campfire

[aesior]

AESIOR OPHELES

✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go

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the scent of fire was a comforting scent, among the swells of it's smoke laiden breath and the sparks that could cause any manner of harm within a dry land or dry coat. he had seen and known what fire could do, but it did not create fire in the grim, little could these days. his ears perked as he heard voices, the tom limping to join the many other bodies gathered around the fire. first was cory, second was apollyon, third vintara and fourth was a face he was still becoming used to. he had naught with him to offer in drinks or food, little his own rations completed from a trip out into the beyond he had not long returned from. weary the breath as the tom settled near the others within a respectful distance.

the past ... cory's loss of memories could be considered and it could be considered bad. a good thing, or bad? he nodded in soft agreement to ragnar's words, scrawling into the dirt words they could choose to look at or ignore for his voice was too ruined to properly speak, 'the past is behind us for a reason. what happened then has little hold in what today brings or what will happen next. memories are a way of reciting pain, intended or not.'

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✯ — MALE. TANGLEWOOD. MEDIUM DIFFICULTY. REF. LANGUAGE GUIDE. — ✯

#psychosocial.