some nights feel like every night
Falke laughs, a very light chuckle that is the epitome of amusement. “The occasional change is good for us. Need to remember it's not just our haven we’re fighting for.” Wrinkling his nose in the heavy, salt-lade area, he manages to add, “But you’re right, that doesn’t mean we have to live there.” From his description, Falke already knows that he would find them all fascinating, but very unsuited to his particular needs.
“I’m sorry,” he says softly, knowing the pain Dorian hides. The Order demands many things from them, though this is one thing he wishes he could ease "Does telling it ever get easier for you?” The Orator isn’t exactly an open book, he can’t read him the way he can read others. Between him and the Eye… oh, their leadership is strong, but rigid.
“I’m sorry,” he says softly, knowing the pain Dorian hides. The Order demands many things from them, though this is one thing he wishes he could ease "Does telling it ever get easier for you?” The Orator isn’t exactly an open book, he can’t read him the way he can read others. Between him and the Eye… oh, their leadership is strong, but rigid.
this one feels brand new
got good things on my mind when I'm with you
FALKE
