Any remaining tension or melancholy gave way to love, compassion, and the bout of surprise, as her air incantations lingered through the threshold. His brow arched and his smile became boyish, mixed in with vague confusion, before he understood what had transpired. “Sneaky,” he murmured at first; the proud depiction and compliments of her resourcefulness apparent in his voice, as he beheld the plush versions of their companions.
One hand took hold of the miniaturized version of Zuriel, with the steel gray tones and the yarn mane, and the warm sentiments of all these gestures pulled and tugged at his heart; once too god damned decrepit and dead to even muster half a beat. “They are perfect,” was a declaration, eyes flickering back to hers and blinking away any tears threatening to pulse on their edges. From there he tugged her closer, head resting on top of her crimson crown, vocals reverberating again amidst their gathered wakes. “Can never have too many guardians.”
One hand took hold of the miniaturized version of Zuriel, with the steel gray tones and the yarn mane, and the warm sentiments of all these gestures pulled and tugged at his heart; once too god damned decrepit and dead to even muster half a beat. “They are perfect,” was a declaration, eyes flickering back to hers and blinking away any tears threatening to pulse on their edges. From there he tugged her closer, head resting on top of her crimson crown, vocals reverberating again amidst their gathered wakes. “Can never have too many guardians.”
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
