May your past be the sound
He was entranced by Frey. It was the most focussed he'd manage to be since… since the world he had grown to know since coming here had ended. Perhaps it was inevitable, that he be drawn to the gods, or at least, the first one he saw since she was gone. Drawn to power, to the unknown.
One of the cruellest facts about losing someone was that life went on. As activity swirled in colours and movement all around him, he felt stuck, still, caught up in his own foggy existence, where he was unable to go back, to hold her again, and unable to go forward, to live a life without her.
Normally everything here would've been enough to pull at his attention, though it would have hardly mattered, for he hardly would've looked away from Kia's face by his side. Now, though? Frey was all he saw, all he felt, filling his body with strange sensations that he didn't think he could feel again, with anyone other than the one he'd lost.
"Come here often?" He asks on a chance passing, a ghost of a smile on his lips, as he raised his glass for another swig of curious liquid provided by the equally curious hosts.
One of the cruellest facts about losing someone was that life went on. As activity swirled in colours and movement all around him, he felt stuck, still, caught up in his own foggy existence, where he was unable to go back, to hold her again, and unable to go forward, to live a life without her.
Normally everything here would've been enough to pull at his attention, though it would have hardly mattered, for he hardly would've looked away from Kia's face by his side. Now, though? Frey was all he saw, all he felt, filling his body with strange sensations that he didn't think he could feel again, with anyone other than the one he'd lost.
"Come here often?" He asks on a chance passing, a ghost of a smile on his lips, as he raised his glass for another swig of curious liquid provided by the equally curious hosts.
of your feet upon the ground
CHULANE
