i reach out to my lifeline, the angels laugh in paradise
The voices that pipe up after El's makes them jump, head whipping back and forth to find the source. There's no one to be found, however, not that El would have trusted a random voice to give them food anyway. Maybe they could steal some, though, if the picnic group got distracted enough...
Just as El began to stand and search for the party of picnic-goers, they hear another voice, this one different from the ones before and definitely coming from behind. They turn to look and find a man there, rough-looking, and they bend down to snatch up their bow after a moment of hesitation. The man did just give some advice, but it was always better to have some type of defense.
"Who said that, then?" they ask, genuinely curious and simultaneously skeptical. For all they knew, this man could be trying to make El food too. He could be in on the whole thing. Gods be damned, El was hungry.
Just as El began to stand and search for the party of picnic-goers, they hear another voice, this one different from the ones before and definitely coming from behind. They turn to look and find a man there, rough-looking, and they bend down to snatch up their bow after a moment of hesitation. The man did just give some advice, but it was always better to have some type of defense.
"Who said that, then?" they ask, genuinely curious and simultaneously skeptical. For all they knew, this man could be trying to make El food too. He could be in on the whole thing. Gods be damned, El was hungry.
they say i am my own lifeline
ELEFTHERIA
