We're lost in the space between
who we are and all that we're trying to be
who we are and all that we're trying to be
The Sword dutifully followed, approaching the Citadel shrine with his own offering for the Nature aspect of Frey; the basket laden with fruits from Torchline marketplaces, cream, and sugar, kneeling and nestling it in amongst Noah’s, along with Oerwoud vegetation and gore crow feathers from his most recent hunt. “Thank you for all of your assistance in the past,” he allowed the addition to slip from his mouth, though Noah’s words were likely enough to measure anything and everything. And hopefully the future – considering the implications laden out before them.
Then he slid back, waiting, mulling, pondering, over the changes, the utterances, the necessities to ensure Halo was protected once more.
DEIMOS
Stop trying to show how to save our souls
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
