gw - lay your weary headFifteen years old and already weary, aching and unable to grasp hope any longer. The pointlessness of a life of war, one that seemed to never end even when they said it had, and no purpose outside of it or even for it. Did they even have a motivation, a cause to fight for? This nebulous idea of peace seemed out of their reach – and could soldiers so destroyed already even enjoy it, were they to achieve it? What purpose would they have in a peaceful world? What would they have to go back to?gw - lay your weary head by the-dragon-childe
Even if the world was no longer at war, it seemed these young warriors always would be, if only within themselves.
A soldier almost from birth, pointing the gun at himself as often as at others, if only just to catch a glimpse of the humanity trained out of him.
A street urchin, too late to save the only sanctuary he was ever offered.
A mercenary with so many masks and identities foisted upon him that he’s never learned his own self.
An heir whose heart bleeds for everyone but himself, w