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
"Oh." That's added into her imagination too; Neron, desperate and alone, walking into the mountains to ask the Voice to change him. The thought made her sad, where it might once have disgusted her. Morgan looked down the peak, at the valleys and snow beneath, imagined what it might be like to not be able to feel cold wind on your face, not be able to fully enjoy a meal at the end of the day or make love with all it's benefits when you wanted to (not that that was something she was doing much of, Ascended or no). "Did it hurt? The Ascension?"
At least seeing his smile, as goofy and probably illness-induced as it was, lifted her spirits. "It's nothing like that. It's...a petal. From a flower, we found it at the spring. I'm not sure--" Before she finished her explanation, Neron asked her about snowmen, of all things. Morgan blinked, trying to process the question, sure she must have heard wrong: but no, he wanted to make a snowman.
"...Alright, but it's been a very long time." When the snow was always there, the novelty wore off, and she'd grown tired of games in it at a young age. If it would please Neron in the midst of his delirium though, she'd humour it. Bending down she began to gather snow into a pile that could begin a body.
At least seeing his smile, as goofy and probably illness-induced as it was, lifted her spirits. "It's nothing like that. It's...a petal. From a flower, we found it at the spring. I'm not sure--" Before she finished her explanation, Neron asked her about snowmen, of all things. Morgan blinked, trying to process the question, sure she must have heard wrong: but no, he wanted to make a snowman.
"...Alright, but it's been a very long time." When the snow was always there, the novelty wore off, and she'd grown tired of games in it at a young age. If it would please Neron in the midst of his delirium though, she'd humour it. Bending down she began to gather snow into a pile that could begin a body.
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
