⠀
idris watched without flinching as her true form drew clearer . there was no fascination in his expression , no instinctive recoil ⠀⠀⠀…⠀⠀⠀if anything , the lack of concealment seemed to draw a faint smile .
he paused before speaking . “ for *𝒌in , always . ” ⤸
⠀
— better than what we have now, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 I intend to change that permanently. I heard of you, been watching you, and wanted to chat before certain privileged folks got to you. Care to chat?”
⠀⠀
her thoughts———- … he kept his mind folded inward instead .
trust , if it was to exist , *had to survive without being observed .
the church came into view a few minutes later ; old stone marked by careful , recent repairs . from the road , it looked abandoned , ⤸
⠀⠀
⠀
ivory digits drift slow across his face , exhausted——- … *he’s exhausted . the web of his mind had stretched an inch too far , tension weaving through every fraying nerve .
⠀⠀⠀⠀so much to do ,
⠀⠀⠀⠀so much that n͟e͟eds to be done .
⠀⠀⠀⠀so few hours in a day .
⠀
⠀⠀
frame carried the quiet weight of exhaustion , yet his mind remained sharp , steady beneath the fatigue .
whatever waited beyond the next door … only time would tell .
⠀⠀
⠀
cerebro's touch still lingered within the 𝒘𝐞𝐛 of idris' mind , utterly unique——- it had reached into it with precision , carrying an invitation that was almost impossible to ignore .
its call had drawn him here , into foreign territory . not merely a ⤸
⠀⠀
⠀⠀
pale skin , bleached white clothing … an active choice—— for years , he'd hidden himself beneath countless layers of fabric , shrinking himself from wandering eyes . now , he chose visibility over concealment .
his footsteps remained measured , unhurried . his lean ⤸
⠀