[se] you are a call to motion

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us With rings safely ensconced and Evie at the ready, he only had to take flight, leaving the roof behind and the wind within their grasp. The kites too, as they shuddered, beckoned, twirled, and twisted, Belial readily following behind as if the prey had found a new way to settle the score. A blissful and chaotic ease simultaneously – Halo below their feet as he gave rise to the earth and air, peaking and peeking over spires and palaces and roofs and markets; all to amuse, to embark, to have thresholds of tranquility and serenity at their beck and call. From there, they could blend and bend towards the horizon, until something else harkened and beckoned, liberated and free for moments and instances, however brief and finite. {FIN <3} the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left