[ Kaspar looks down, catching those eyes with his own. He's strong enough to take his weight easily, with soft edges and cloth over muscle. At least, strong enough to carry dying men from the very tunnels that ate the last of his teenage years. And any true innocence he'd had left. His eyes still emanate light blue through the fracturing of unshed tears. He breathes a laugh, barely there. But the angle splits the illumination of his form. One half warm and wavering with the light of the fire, the other side a cool, dim glow like distant stars.
That side only flickers when he gives that laugh. And it continues when he speaks again, voice thick but unashamed. ]
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2023-01-22 07:12 (UTC)That side only flickers when he gives that laugh. And it continues when he speaks again, voice thick but unashamed. ]
... I didn't even tell you the translation.
[ Of the song. ]