[ she looks over at him then, a quiet but meaningful glance. there's only one of her. the darkling has his mother. alina is alone, unless she considers him to be her kind. she shivers with the thought.
how lonely it must have been for him, all those centuries. he's not unlike the corpse of the dragon the adamant's survivors hide under. isolated. ancient.
why did it have to be him who created the fold? she wants to demand it of him. scream for answers. but it's not born out of anger, just longing. the sense that she shouldn't have to be alone and miserable because of who the only one like her happens to be.
instead, she says nothing. just holds his gaze, meaningful. ]
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how lonely it must have been for him, all those centuries. he's not unlike the corpse of the dragon the adamant's survivors hide under. isolated. ancient.
why did it have to be him who created the fold? she wants to demand it of him. scream for answers. but it's not born out of anger, just longing. the sense that she shouldn't have to be alone and miserable because of who the only one like her happens to be.
instead, she says nothing. just holds his gaze, meaningful. ]