as I hold my soul all the music pours out
It’s an odd feeling, to say the least, when Falke is on the other side of a lecture. In fact, it starts to rub him the wrong way, and he recognizes it. A silly feeling, but one that means he ought to get moving - not the least of which because he’s kept the Priest up. Resigning himself to confusion when it comes to the Gods, Falke just nods and puts on a slight smile in acceptance. He seems accepting of the lecture and admonishment, feeling that there’s probably good information in what Gideon says, but nevertheless sliding towards a resistance.
“I see. And I hear you.” Acknowledge and move on. He inhales deeply. “I’ve learned a lot tonight. Thank you for your time. Gideon.” Offering his hand for a shake, the Fixer then heads for the door and gives the tiniest of waves as he exits, head full of several things to consider.
{Fin}
“I see. And I hear you.” Acknowledge and move on. He inhales deeply. “I’ve learned a lot tonight. Thank you for your time. Gideon.” Offering his hand for a shake, the Fixer then heads for the door and gives the tiniest of waves as he exits, head full of several things to consider.
{Fin}
THE 'FIXER'
the greatest fear I've ever kept is dying with regrets
