LOCKE
For a moment, he contemplates going to the shrine. Except he's pretty sure the gods can probe his thoughts and he'd just rather not deal with that right now. So he makes his way through the colorful waters, looking for little shiny things to collect to bring home to Edmund. All he's doing lately is biding his time, waiting for a shift as if there haven't been many.
But the tides of change are receding for the moment, a pause, an inhale, and he can only hope they won't wash him away with their return. So he steals the little moments, the quiet moments for himself. He spots something, no, someone familiar and he pauses, staring at the woman. She looks too familiar, too..
Much like Alex. No, she's long dead, right? It's been too long and this woman reeks of pirate and booze and she looks so much like her. He doesn't even realize he's just gawking at this poor woman.
But the tides of change are receding for the moment, a pause, an inhale, and he can only hope they won't wash him away with their return. So he steals the little moments, the quiet moments for himself. He spots something, no, someone familiar and he pauses, staring at the woman. She looks too familiar, too..
Much like Alex. No, she's long dead, right? It's been too long and this woman reeks of pirate and booze and she looks so much like her. He doesn't even realize he's just gawking at this poor woman.
I'm motivated by the lack of doubt
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
