#brainrotting is strong 😔🙏🏻

[theoldgaylion]

rain down on me

And just like the rain

You cast the dust into nothing

And wash out the salt from my hands

So touch me again

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Time seemed to pass with an unusual rhythm of its own at the Lighthouse, day and night blending into each other as the its inhabitants busied themselves in their chambers or common areas, like the briefing room for example.

And that was right there where Lucanis almost walked into Antimo and Emmrich amiably talking sitting next to each other, each of them holding a fuming cup of tea in their hands.

Before he could cross the threshold, he swiftly hid behind the wall as the door was left ajar. He'd been lucky he didn't make any noise. And now he was standing there watching the two and he didn't even know why.

As of late, it didn't go unnoticed to Lucanis the way the Mourn Watchers spent quite some time together, Antimo looking enthusiastic to talk about his life subject with someone who could actually understand and share his passion. And Lucanis couldn't help but be happy for him, because he learned that the man really loved talking about the Grand Necropolis and his work as a Mourn Watcher, especially after what he'd told him about his former wife not being supportive of that kind of life.

So that view wasn't a surprise to him. What was new, however, was Emmrich standing a little too close to Antimo, and the latter not flinching away from that attention.

He couldn't properly make up what the current topic of the conversation was in particular because words were spoken softly, confidentiality almost.

But what he could see clearly from his hiding spot was Emmrich’s right hand gingerly resting on the other man's knee.

“Ohhh. Would you look at that.” Spite’s voice echoed in his mind, sounding amused. “That happens when you. Take. Too. Long.” he added, punctuating the sentence by harshly clapping his hands.

The Crow’s lips twisted in an annoyed grimace at that unsolicited comment, as he kept staring at the two.

Antimo chuckled at something the other Mourn Watcher said, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening with glee. And Emmrich squeezed his knee in reply.

That snapped something in Lucanis.

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