Character · 2 works
Original Work
by creatchure
Cazimir’s fingers are long and slender as he works through the carefully balled up yarn in his lap, detangling the lengths that still remain on the floor next to his foot. The picture is incongruous, when Brickei knows what it’s like to find himself on the other side of his sword, the point of it barely just breaking the skin of his throat, a pinprick of pain lost in the rest of the adrenaline.
Original Work
by creatchure
It’s easy to walk into a battlefield.Of course, no one will call it so. It takes courage, they say, to take that first decisive step, to put your life on the line. You stare in the face of death, and somehow, you keep walking forward and forward, one foot in front of the other, until you find yourself in the middle of remnants of life, wondering how in god’s name it was you that made it and not them.Still, it’s easy.