”I always assume fate did. That they damned me since the day I was born. But that thought is old and past. Who did this to me now? Well, I suppose my dear sister could have, but let’s not make assumptions, shall we?” His voice thick and laced with sarcasm, raising his gaze to the man who stood before him.
Although curiosity scorched an engrossing thought, his main concern for the other man’s well-being overlapped any question he clutched. The tips of ivories nipped back words of honesty, words Snow would surely find himself regretting if he ever dare admit them. It was with a frigid-tinted gaze he cast downward and an expression that blanketed his visage, that furthered his point of uncertainty.
“Fate’s got an awful way of doin’ things– but there’s still a chance you can take it into your own hands? I’d say go with your gut feeling, buddy. And if that doesn’t work– well, I got your back.”
indepentant. serious. pre to post final finally xiii by default. multi-fandom, slightly open to OCs, and single-ship.
