Soleil
I know there are angels singing somewhere
I hope they sing for us
Soleil places a hand to her chest, dramatically aghast. “I know your mom’s amazing but that can’t be true. You’re a Queen, are Torchers not submitting compliments in a submissions box every day as tithe?” What’s the point of being a ruler then? No wonder her dad has never pursued it. I hope they sing for us
“Welllll if you could be in a warm bubble the same distance in the other direction, why build out here right?” Thus the vast snowy nothingness and lackluster views, though the open expanse also means few prey animals to hunt. Truly a frozen waste of space, thanks Eirachi. “Halovians hide all the good stuff so people don’t visit, don’t let them win by going home,” she asserts with stubbornly furrowed brows and a subtle pout; then gasps and lights up with what is surely the best idea ever. “Let me show you around!” Boldly looping her arm with Flora’s, Soleil smiles fit for her namesake and drags the Doubletake in her wake as if self-consciousness was a gene she wasn’t born with.
“It’ll give me plenty of time to find something nicer to say!”
- Fin
For our bruised mouths are an act of resistance
And our singing hearts, together, make a beautiful prayer
And our singing hearts, together, make a beautiful prayer
