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@dimicos  , 
              "at the price of death," the question repeats itself in a soft tone underneath breath, unseeing gaze falling away to the earth. "–i would do nothing," he finishes the thought. "now at the price of life, there is little i would not do." a light smile plays upon his lips, head inclining towards the sound of the stranger's voice. amusement, a hint of curiosity. however, there was no judgment to be found in the young man's tone, in the set of each delicate feature. "usually people greet each other with a 'good marrow,' or a 'how fair thee.'" 

&.    sending  you loads of love and happy wishes of halloween. 

&.      good evening,  dearest. 

     /      should  i  send  pins   or  drop  things  that  would   zap   the  motivation  ??

; i need to get my motivation for writing again   

@woodlanddruid ,
                 the night was still, yet if one strained they might pick up the faint rustle in the trees above, the distant call of the owls, and life farther still in the shadowed underbrush beyond. had he been drifting? with the warmth of the flames and the comfort of their camp he hadn't even noticed himself slipping. he came back to himself at the sound of the voice as if jolting awake. he murmured an apology, a lazy smile playing upon his lips as he sat up, fully pulling himself back into his body. "what is it?" he asked, head tilting curiously as he held out his hands.    

      the other’s sight was quite deceptive. a mere mortal might momentarily mistake him as not blind, and yet, as the eyes of the reaper traced the male’s features,      he mulled over an answer to give. soft moonlight filtered through a thin mist, casting pale shadows across the ground and illuminating faint, wispy clouds that hovered above, like watchful spirits. it allowed rurik to observe keenly, suspended as if caught in a moment he didn’t want to be in. words formed on a tongue, intricate and well-crafted on a      rumbling sound, a strange accent—-different from his own—-    soaked into his bones and he let a hiss slip past his lips, gaze immediately averting. the other could see but not with the sight of mortality, rather through a power unseen and unfathomed. for the longest time, rurik stood there, gaze returning to him,       unable to find the words either. twas so odd, but odd in a good sense, a sense he couldn’t pinpoint—-though, only feel.
            
                  “only if you’ve never ridden before and in a long time.” finally,        the words came, in a tempered ease; intrigue thickening his raspy voice. “do you? wish to ride?” 

@hyrded ,
                  . .   a soft hum was given in response, his fingers lightly tracing over the wooden fence. his gaze did not raise to meet the other's. instead the rich shades of summer of greens, shot threw with flecks of gold and strains of a deeper color, stared on past to some unseen middle distance. unfocused almost. blank. still, his attention was quite clearly upon the other. "that depends on if you want to hear about the foraging in this area or of the birds, who are far more plentiful here than one would imagine. there's entire worlds hidden away in this little grove. i was about to lose myself in it, but..." the words trailed, the far away look in his expression fading as he seemed to come back to himself. "i am aware," he said after a deliberate moment, a smile gracing the fine features. "then again, i have the feeling that you're also of a different sort."
            
            the smile would wane slightly, a slight knit at his brows at the offer given. "ride?" the word repeated as if he had somehow misheard it. his hand reached for his cane, pulling the aid closer to himself. "i've... never ridden before. is it difficult?" 

somber. it had been the mood of his entire week. even as rurik camped at one of the finest spots in the quiet countryside, trying to escape the world’s chaos,       he still felt like something was missing. the sound of the other’s voice provided an unexpected distraction, pulling him away from his brooding thoughts. as he moved slightly closer to the fence, head lowered to meet the other’s gaze, he noticed the cane resting against the wooden bars, a small detail that caught his interest.
            
            “yeah? what could possibly make me stay past five minutes?”      he remarked, his voice carrying a trace of irony. his eyes, though cold, held a flicker of curiosity as he regarded the other man.       “you’re a different sort of…” he let the sentence hang, his expression unreadable, though the pause hinted at unspoken thoughts.
            
            “i was heading out,” he continued, his tone even. “did you..      want to ride a horse?” the offer, though delivered with a calm indifference, carried an underlying hint of genuine curiosity, a rare opening from someone usually so reserved.
                                            ⠀⠀⠀⠀❛  @heirslost.