you're bright as the morning

if you need to, darling, lean your weight to me

"Babe?"

Poking his head in through one of the windows, the Bastion seemed a little bit like what Willy might have seemed like in his younger days; scruffy, sun-freckled, and suddenly obsessed with fishing.

The sound of shattering glass had scared away the fish that Remi had been trying to lure towards Oria with a piece of cheese. Whether or not this was good bate hardly mattered, because the game being played between demigod and companion was not one of capturing, but rather one of gifting. You see, Oria had made several small fish-treats with Sugar's help, and the spriggan was trying desperately to get the fish to accept her frozen offerings.

"Everything okay?" Not wanting to assume too, the hitch in the normally steady-pulse on his ring-finger alongside the blackened silence he could feel through their bond very much suggested the answer would be no.

we'll float away