There are times in this life that I find myself left in awe.
Left in utter amazement and confusion alike. It wasn't fourteen hours ago that I had come staggering up the ramp
from the docks, more scarlet and black than I was flesh. By the fates,I was more dead than alive when I'd collapsed
in the arms of Clarke -- but even at that point, I couldn't have felt more alive. The blood trickling down my skin,
caught up in my hair, and promising nothing more than the evidence of living to be branded into my body. My pallete.
My canvas. My tablet to scrawl the stories of my life upon.
He hasn't been himself in weeks. The new moon had come and go