hello, my old heart, how've you been?

[dishearten]

CHARACTERS: graham & sakura & maya & open
DATE: before the next labyrinth log
WARNINGS: none id think
SUMMARY: just a few starters / open prompts for mr cracker


MAYA.

It isn't often that he finds one of their group off on their own. Especially of late, their lizard company here in the maze has not proven to be particularly gracious company. The prison clothing all blurs together sooner or later, yet the topknot Maya always wears is unmistakable. It's curious to spot her alone, though, she doesn't have to be that way long, as footsteps pad up closer to the fire she's sitting near.

He makes an obvious show of approaching to her front. He shouldn't surprise her, though... knowing the girl, she might just be surprised, anyway. She is used to Brother, maybe, yet a brown wolf with a grey patch spreading over his front could be another threat in a labyrinth full of them. His ears are plastered low, he almost looks regretful as he toes closer to her, like he expects things to go badly and wouldn't even be surprised if they did.

Rather like the last time they'd seen each other, actually, only then he'd been completely human in his disbelief he could be tolerated.

SAKURA.

The days keep stretching longer and longer. Graham isn't optimistic or pessimistic, whatever he was must have been pulled out of him along with his heart. Still, even he is starting to feel the stretch of the days. Will they ever see the end of this trial? It bothers him more, when he knows it is not only the deserving that walk it.

When he sees a familiar crop of bobbed hair, he waves her over, managing successfully to wipe whatever melancholy he'd been wearing as he smiles at the sight of the girl he is so fond of. More than fond, he supposes. After what he'd said to Emma, it's easier now to wrap his head around the feeling, even in the absence of his heart.

"Over here," he calls to Sakura, patting the spot next to him. It's been a bit since they spoke; they should change that.

THINK FAST.

After finding a wealth of items during a rather lively search of Daenerys, the only queen he seems to be able to stomach these days, Graham finds himself in possession of more than a few throwing knives. They're odd things, none of them seem to match, and the weights of the handles all vary, making them a little unpredictable to throw.

Not, of course, that it stops him.

Hopefully the whistle of metal ringing through the trees and heading for a target obviously carved into the trunk isn't a surprise. "Mind your head," Graham suggest mildly, and he's already aiming another knife. His company should maybe shift a bit over to the left, though Graham does pride himself on never missing. Is that really worth testing, though?