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ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀsᴀᴋᴇɴ ([personal profile] aeviternitas) wrote 2025-11-16 07:00 pm (UTC)

[ It was becoming, slowly, less startling to hear someone say his name - his first name, but that little skip of his heartbeat, the intake of breath, hadn't quite worn off. ]

Ironeye?

[ The Forsaken sounded tired, almost as if he had been woken from sleep, despite usually being awake quite early. ]

Yes, alright. I am at the shop, it will not take long.

[ The morning was not so much chilly as cold, and though not with the same frigid bite as weeks before, the Forsaken could still see his breath. The overcoat Ironeye had found him did not provide much in the way of warmth, but along with the sweater the other had found, it served well enough. (The sandals on his feet, however... he would need to find proper boots. He wasn't used to cold weather.)

The god looked as tired as he had sounded over the Murmur, but had put himself together before leaving the small shop, his hair combed and neatly braided. And though Ironeye had seen him worse off, the Forsaken had a new addition to the collection of wounds he was accruing: both hands were bandaged from wrist to palm, the middle finger of one hand and the index of the other, also wrapped.
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