MORGAN
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
"Inside...?" Morgan followed his point downwards with her gaze, imagining a bright shrine embedded deep within the dark caves of the Tundra and Fangs, depths unknown to most people. "Have you been to it yourself?" She was, admittedly, quite curious to even know what it looked like; Morgan had never seen a shrine to the Voice, only to the Old Gods. Did they still leave offerings? Did people kneel before an altar?
Maybe one day, if there was enough interest, she could let the Ascended build a shrine within the Citadel. For the moment ,she thought there were too many traditionalists and not enough of the Voice's followers living there to justify the trouble it might cause.
A light smirk touched her lips at his comment and she watched him walk backwards, sharp eyes making sure he didn't fall. "What about eating something? I do have one more idea."
Maybe one day, if there was enough interest, she could let the Ascended build a shrine within the Citadel. For the moment ,she thought there were too many traditionalists and not enough of the Voice's followers living there to justify the trouble it might cause.
A light smirk touched her lips at his comment and she watched him walk backwards, sharp eyes making sure he didn't fall. "What about eating something? I do have one more idea."
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure, what I stand for
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure, what I stand for
