You're so high, you're so high
You had to be an angel
Hester was not the only one playing hooky. If Gideon wanted to host a successful sermon the next morning, he knew he really needed to get back to Stormbreak, begin the evening routine, clean the cathedral and put out the candles. Yet, something about the warmth of the Kraai (and, yes, the quality of the booze there) drew him back into it's doors for another hour, the last one he really could excuse before he had to get back.
When he finally left, admittedly a little tipsy (though he hid it well with years of practice, no one but the Priest knowing of the fuzziness behind his eyes), he decided to go on a brief walk through the cold streets to sober up before returning. Was Gideon putting it off a little longer? Perhaps. He loved his work, found it to be important, was passionate about it...but everyone liked to have a break every so often, and the joy of not being recognised here was freeing.
He was looking at the buildings himself, noting how they were different and similar to those in Stormbreak, when a sudden collision knocked him back: he'd thudded into the back of a young girl stopped in the street, staring at something ahead of her. Taking some steps back and holding out a hand to apologise and steady her, he tried to make sure she was alright as he thought Gods, Gideon, Get it together. It's barely been three pints.
"I am awfully sorry about that, Miss. Are you alright?"
When he finally left, admittedly a little tipsy (though he hid it well with years of practice, no one but the Priest knowing of the fuzziness behind his eyes), he decided to go on a brief walk through the cold streets to sober up before returning. Was Gideon putting it off a little longer? Perhaps. He loved his work, found it to be important, was passionate about it...but everyone liked to have a break every so often, and the joy of not being recognised here was freeing.
He was looking at the buildings himself, noting how they were different and similar to those in Stormbreak, when a sudden collision knocked him back: he'd thudded into the back of a young girl stopped in the street, staring at something ahead of her. Taking some steps back and holding out a hand to apologise and steady her, he tried to make sure she was alright as he thought Gods, Gideon, Get it together. It's barely been three pints.
"I am awfully sorry about that, Miss. Are you alright?"
I'm so high, I'm so high
I can see an angel
I can see an angel
gideon
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