Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190309025355

Of course she'd be here...

Here among the rest of the farewell sayers, to see the courier's face, possibly for the last time. One of the few who could set his mind at ease.

For but this probable last time, he sets his helm off his shoulders, revealing an expression mixing relief and distress. Relief to see what he could hope for. His hand raises slightly to wave at her, peering besides a kindred smile of his. One so often given to the nurse who mended his arm where his dark passenger refused to hear his plead.

A smile, yet a broken smile. For as he does, he feels the cold grasp of said passenger on one of his shoulders. He was immensly pleased to see this display, to feel the same acursed sentiment that saw him expelled from Prad's direct link twice. A display that would now wither on the otherside.

Prad could feel it, his broken smile, a silent explanation for his shattered sentiments. Unlike the removal of his helm, putting it on once more was quick and cut. His eyes, turned away from a visage he could no longer bear to witness, for it was 'to be the last time he would see it. He would see to that...'