[littl3chocobo]

he let out a breath he had been holding ever since he found the diary. though a new weight settled in his stomach, by saving his own life he had condemmed himself to whatever it was the other wanted, without black thoughts of resurrection and dark magics though he had no clue what that was. lifting himself fully from the dirt he walked into the waiting embrace of the man before him

(sorry it's lame, i was making dinner and i am too behind on /all/ my posts, i will do better!)