the VOICE
”Come closer, Bastien.” For once the Voice appears without pomp, a mere spark behind her statue of obsidian. She steps through, pale and ethereal to approach the Ascended and his child, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek that feels replenishing somehow. Her attention turns to Azrael, and despite the circumstances everything about her seems to thrum and light up at the sight of them.
”A beacon in the dark,” she remarks of them, reaching out to stroke a finger across their cheek before turning back to Bastien. ”Talk to me, my bright one. Tell me all that burdens you, and let us see what we might make of it.”
”A beacon in the dark,” she remarks of them, reaching out to stroke a finger across their cheek before turning back to Bastien. ”Talk to me, my bright one. Tell me all that burdens you, and let us see what we might make of it.”
