*Sharp, penetrable inhales hailed through his chest, attempting to recanjoin the disconnected strands of his transformation. His magical core, glowered in the dark, still and cold. It was as if he were attempting to break a pebble between his fingers, a little further away each time from cracking into the centre.
Yearning, the warmth at his catching of the well aged, whiskey, bread eyes; had only hardened the sincere emotions that toiled his every waking wave deep within his concealed heart. Time was certainly not his allie, neither were his loyalties. Living in an endless recoiling tide of lies since he was still a kit, could only harden th