PETER
The curl of smoke surprised Peter, not enough that he actually drew back, but he did blink, and gasp. Before, when he'd received no answer, that had been it. An oppressive silence, a clear sense of being ignored at best and not noticed at worse. This though, was different.
His gift is gone, and a touch strokes across his face, making him smile, and lean into the sweet coloured smoke. Even the lack of answer is gentler, because he knows hes been seen. It's a nice change, one that puts a spring in his step as he leaves the shrine.
-End
His gift is gone, and a touch strokes across his face, making him smile, and lean into the sweet coloured smoke. Even the lack of answer is gentler, because he knows hes been seen. It's a nice change, one that puts a spring in his step as he leaves the shrine.
-End
please don’t believe in me
please disagree with me
please disagree with me
