[ He opts to take them down a diverging path, that of one shaded by blossoming willows. Tiny, white petals flutter like the first snow of winter around them, but unlike ice, the blossoms linger upon their path, waking in the wind.
...And it continues like this as they walk. The quietness of spring around them echoes after her question, and perhaps, just perhaps it makes his extended silence in response more bearable.
It takes Somnus quite some time to answer, and when he does, it's with overwhelming reticence, the reluctance of divulging something long past-- or in this case, long gone. ]
I had a queen.
[ At the same time, it has been, perhaps, millennia since he's ever spoken of her. ]
no subject
...And it continues like this as they walk. The quietness of spring around them echoes after her question, and perhaps, just perhaps it makes his extended silence in response more bearable.
It takes Somnus quite some time to answer, and when he does, it's with overwhelming reticence, the reluctance of divulging something long past-- or in this case, long gone. ]
I had a queen.
[ At the same time, it has been, perhaps, millennia since he's ever spoken of her. ]