Wandering, I chanced upon
A wayward child lost anon
October's voice drew from Gideon an apologetic smile and raising of his hands. "Sorry, Doctor Hart, indeed. It's hard to keep up with you all, when I remember you still in diapers." He joked. As much as he often felt older and perhaps a little distant from the rest of the Order, he liked October; she was always happy, dedicated to her work, and he respected those that followed Frey's path (it was often a hard one to follow) get it, hard, haha.
Obediently following her down the corridor and to the door, he headed into the room and turned, holding out his hand casually: hardly the worst injury in the world, but the finger was visibly red and a blister was forming, the joint going stiff. "'Fraid I caught myself on one of my candles this morning, y'see. Guess I mighta pissed someone off." Gideon gave October a wink then waited for her to analyse his wound and make sure he wasn't at death's door.
Obediently following her down the corridor and to the door, he headed into the room and turned, holding out his hand casually: hardly the worst injury in the world, but the finger was visibly red and a blister was forming, the joint going stiff. "'Fraid I caught myself on one of my candles this morning, y'see. Guess I mighta pissed someone off." Gideon gave October a wink then waited for her to analyse his wound and make sure he wasn't at death's door.
And when he laid across my chest
My cutting stone it did the rest
My cutting stone it did the rest
gideon
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