[beyond folds himself into the chair next to cassel, drawing one leg up to his chest, spindly arms wrapped around his knee, chin resting atop his kneecap. he considers, for a moment, how to answer. the truth is an awful lot to confide in someone who is practically still a stranger, and yet -
and yet, beyond finds his mouth opening, syllables pouring out from his throat to hang in the air above the porch where he and cassel sit.]
action.
and yet, beyond finds his mouth opening, syllables pouring out from his throat to hang in the air above the porch where he and cassel sit.]
And if I'd been able to end the way I planned.