His heart thrummed, lifeblood pumping merrily through his veins as the body continued its existence. Nigredo would have been grateful if not for the circumstances, if not for owing his life to kin and stranger alike. Without doubt, he understood, as he perhaps would not on another day. Yomi would have lived longer than he if she had been so inclined. There was no question, especially if Dr. Landel (Martin without his Alec) gave his assertion as truth.
The death had been a forfeit, and it was likely for that reason that Albedo was hiding.
But that was neither here nor there. Until night, Nigredo could not relay the single potential to the one who deserved to hear it. For now, he would have to wait and suffer through the day with his mild fever.
It was here, while crossing through the Sun Room, that he saw Klavier.
The man seemed wretched. In the days they had not spoken, Klavier appeared worse for wear. For good reason, Nigredo supposed. This place had its methods in cruelty. It was here, while watching the man move, that he supposed the potential could go to this one first. That perhaps news of a revival might do him well. Nigredo walked over and with a hesitant hand, grasped the hem of the other's shirt.
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The death had been a forfeit, and it was likely for that reason that Albedo was hiding.
But that was neither here nor there. Until night, Nigredo could not relay the single potential to the one who deserved to hear it. For now, he would have to wait and suffer through the day with his mild fever.
It was here, while crossing through the Sun Room, that he saw Klavier.
The man seemed wretched. In the days they had not spoken, Klavier appeared worse for wear. For good reason, Nigredo supposed. This place had its methods in cruelty. It was here, while watching the man move, that he supposed the potential could go to this one first. That perhaps news of a revival might do him well. Nigredo walked over and with a hesitant hand, grasped the hem of the other's shirt.
"Klavier."