my demons are begging me to open up my mouth

mechanical they make the words come out

zophiel was...homeless, he supposed.

it wasn’t as if anyone had ever come to him and asked him if he wanted to stay in spirane - in all honesty, he doubted anyone even knew that he had lingered in the high peaks of the mountains that his mother had favored. he’d left soon enough: it was no fun to hide in the shadows if he didn’t even know who it was he was spying on. it had been some time since he had left the mountains, and he had yet to feel the sharp jut of anguish he was sure other the other mountain wolves had felt. he was sorry for daenerys and her family and the confusion it must have caused, but empathy was fleeting and they were pushed quickly out of his mind for other topics.

zophiel found himself fond of this strange freedom. his mother had been caring but distant and his sister had been an enigma that he didn’t care to unravel. he was sure they were fine, wherever they were: he might not have been an adult, but he could certainly take care of himself at this age, so his sister could too. the young man had organized his mind in a fairly straightforward way: important things took forefront and unimportant things could linger in sections on the outside. his estranged family was slotted into one of those sections, while each day got to be the forefront before it too was slotted away.

when he’d woken that morning to find the overcast, grey sky staring him down, zophiel had not exactly been pleased. it wasn’t that he did not like the rain, it was that it would be hindering in whatever task he set about that day. he had watched with apprehension as the sky had gradually grown darker, the mute wolf making his way towards the caves of the grotto as the day dragged on. he had only just reached the grotto when the downpour began, dipping into the cave on silent feet. the voices of others reached his sensitive ears and with boredom creeping in and thunder rolling, he determined that this would be his entertainment for the time being. he made his way to the edges of the group, keen black eyes watching from his spot in the shadows.

zophiel

two | mute | homeless | heartless | soulless