CHULANE
why do things happen with no reason or rhyme?
why does it feel like we're running out of time?
why does it feel like we're running out of time?
Chuy nodded absently to Loren's words, knowing them to be true. He just… wanted to know if the ravenboy was alright, even if Korbin wanted little and less to do with him. Chulane would never wish harm upon the boy, even if the boy claimed to wish it upon all of them - he flinched inwardly at the memory of their many discussions, their harsh exchange of words, the feeling of utter desolation and rejection Chuy received from him at every turn. He'd only ever wanted to be a friend - but you couldn't be a friend without the other party wanting it too.
His expression softened immensely when Astra came barging in, pushing in close to Auni. "By some miracle, Deimos and I found him alive. We revived him, and not long after, I could feel him - we bonded." As he spoke, what could only be described as a smile that remembered better times curled his lips, his head pressing gently against the luxere's as he stirred from his sleep and bleated a soft greeting to those gathered around him.
"He's determined to live, but is still recovering from.." He let the words fade, let those left unsaid fill in the blanks. From having his soul torn in two, was the most appropriate descriptor, he thought, but it was still too foreign a concept for him to voice out loud. Auni, pleased to be the centre of attention, nosed at Astra curiously, and leaned into the scritches Loren offered with a low note of approval.
His expression softened immensely when Astra came barging in, pushing in close to Auni. "By some miracle, Deimos and I found him alive. We revived him, and not long after, I could feel him - we bonded." As he spoke, what could only be described as a smile that remembered better times curled his lips, his head pressing gently against the luxere's as he stirred from his sleep and bleated a soft greeting to those gathered around him.
"He's determined to live, but is still recovering from.." He let the words fade, let those left unsaid fill in the blanks. From having his soul torn in two, was the most appropriate descriptor, he thought, but it was still too foreign a concept for him to voice out loud. Auni, pleased to be the centre of attention, nosed at Astra curiously, and leaned into the scritches Loren offered with a low note of approval.
how do we keep going, through the dark?
why are we here at all, lost in the dark?
why are we here at all, lost in the dark?
