Aurelia
these nightmares all bend
silver linings are all i need
silver linings are all i need
The sun beat down on the empty courtyard, casting long shadows that loomed across the weathered stone, a stark reminder of the passage of time and the weight of history.
She felt like an intruder, a trespasser in a sacred space. The Abandoned; outcasts in a city built for the Old Gods. And yet, here she stood, a celestial blade strapped to her back, a gift from the very goddess she was supposed to be forsaken by. The irony was as sharp as the sword's edge, a twisted joke that echoed the dark humor of her own life.
"I've been practicing as much as I can," she admitted, her voice rough around the edges, "swinging it around mostly, trying to get a feel for it. Managed to fight off some void creatures with it." She shifted her weight, the sword a heavy presence against her back. "But without a teacher..." She trailed off, a nervous laugh escaping her lips, "it's like trying to read a map in the dark. You know you're going somewhere, but you're not sure if you're headed in the right direction."
"I need your help, Deimos," she said, her voice low and earnest, "I need to know if I'm doing this right. If I'm even... worthy of it."
She felt like an intruder, a trespasser in a sacred space. The Abandoned; outcasts in a city built for the Old Gods. And yet, here she stood, a celestial blade strapped to her back, a gift from the very goddess she was supposed to be forsaken by. The irony was as sharp as the sword's edge, a twisted joke that echoed the dark humor of her own life.
"I've been practicing as much as I can," she admitted, her voice rough around the edges, "swinging it around mostly, trying to get a feel for it. Managed to fight off some void creatures with it." She shifted her weight, the sword a heavy presence against her back. "But without a teacher..." She trailed off, a nervous laugh escaping her lips, "it's like trying to read a map in the dark. You know you're going somewhere, but you're not sure if you're headed in the right direction."
"I need your help, Deimos," she said, her voice low and earnest, "I need to know if I'm doing this right. If I'm even... worthy of it."
so please just hold onto me
these demons, they're old to me
these demons, they're old to me
