Ghost Walk

Ashe monster, monster under my bed, come out and play cause I need a friend.    She didn't know how she felt about about being called to attention. She was reasonably certain that now without being an immortal, she was free of their interest. She appreciated the honesty he spoke to her with, and how seriously he understood what it meant to have the eye of a god trained on them. Was it different with Mort? She would never forget the staggering sense of being truly seen and loved by something like he was.    Ashe nodded as he mentioned the Bone Bridge. She had been only once and received Soot that day, the little spider being a needed and silent companion when she’d been at her worst. ”That seems a good place,” she murmured, almost distantly. Building a shrine to the gods. She would have been laughing until her ribs hurt if someone told her a year ago that she would ever agree to something like that.    Jigano dipped into a shallow bow, and then she was really surprised. She held his gaze, and she dipped her head in return. ”I’ll do what I can,” she promised. Pleasing to Mort…. She didn’t know where to begin, and it was a weighty request. He was the God of Death, and he was so much more than she could have ever imagined for such a being.    Ashe glanced at the lantern, to his hands that held his staff as mist curled around them both. There was still that smell, something that didn’t belong with what she had come to know as his. ”Jigano…” Her brow creased, and she was surprised at herself when she realized she was actually worried about the loreseeker. ”Are you feeling alright?” you're so damn close that I feel your breath. you're the only one I have left.