𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 ╱ 𝑹͟𝑶͟𝑻͟𝑻͟𝑬͟𝑹͟ .

there’s something in malavai’s eyes at that question. a swirl of regret and frustration. “ he’s —— “ he swallows thickly , the words die in his throat but come back shaky and desperate. “ he’s gone to get cass’ . somethin’ …. somethin’s went wrong . “

malavai has been hunched over one of his maps for hours, desperate for some sort of distraction. he’s only pulled out of that intense thought once he hears damian’s voice, and fixes his attention on the viper. “ yeah—— yeah , of course. what’s on your mind ? “

it’s a good thing he’s at least considering it . . because the silver-haired cartographer is pacing up to him with a horribly uneasy look —— like he just knows something’s wrong. ( he just has no clue 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 )

|| HELPSJSJSN mal, before cass left: just remember, every time you look up at the moon, i too will be looking at a moon. not the same moon, obviously. that’s impossible.

nervously fidgeting with the sleeve on his wrist , biting back a sour expression. stupid, stupid, 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙙 . he should have insisted on going . this is taking 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 .

|| if anyone wants to know what he’s up to he’s longingly touching the window and sighing out the words “when will my husband return from war.”

|| welcome to malavai becomes a war widow event apparently

he just happened to be passing behind her , arms full of empty vials and parchment that he was supposed to be putting away, and with no spare hands he had resorted to holding a quill between his teeth. “ what’cha readin’ ? “ he may have caught a glimpse of it over her shoulder.