A small stumble, hand gripping the nearest tree for stability. He's growing weary again.

A wry smile, gaze temporarily setting on the king to be's face with silent appreciation before he shifted once, adjusting his placement on the log. "I appreciate the comfort you do bring, but..." He paused, moving to play with the ring that rested against his chest, almost pondering if he should ↓

"Sleep invites nightmares, I'm afraid," he offered, his expression still staring where the sun disappeared once over the horizon. "The ring offers no comfort, only fear of the kings and their steeds."

The sun is setting, and he is quiet. He's always quiet, right before nightfall and the nightmares with the gnashing teeth and faceless kings. Right before the others tuck in, leaving one to tend to flames in silence, and he sighs. Deep in thought, a hand on his chin and elbow against his knee.

♇ᡣ𐭩 HE LIVES, now to make more of the other accounts I owe

♇ᡣ𐭩 A CHARACTER WRITTEN IN A MIRROR IMAGE OF #𝓟𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓸 Minor and limitless lewd do not interact account. Will contain dead dove themes such as gore, abuse, self-hate, and other themes not suitable to minors. Mun is 27. Will contain semi-lewd themes; multi-ship w/ friends only.