MORGAN
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
Morgan merely nodded, privately thinking there were plenty of other ways to become invulnerable to the cold; she herself had two, her cloak and the Academy's magic, and had not had to give away her senses and heartbeat for them. She watched intently as Neron took the petal and raised it to his lips, Morgan saying a silent prayer to no one in particular that it might help him.
The second he began to gag she let out a disappointed, desperate sigh, rushed forwards to hold his shoulders again as he coughed out the petal and any potential cure it might have held, his Voice-made body rejecting it. If he let her she would stay there sat in the snow next to him, gently stroking his shoulder through the reaction, eyes usually hard like flint gazing down at him full of concern.
"I'm so sorry, Neron. I...I thought...I thought it might help." Foolish, now, she realised. Something from the Old Gods would never help the Ascended, the petty and ridiculous feud between them hurting those on Caido that did not deserve any of it.
The second he began to gag she let out a disappointed, desperate sigh, rushed forwards to hold his shoulders again as he coughed out the petal and any potential cure it might have held, his Voice-made body rejecting it. If he let her she would stay there sat in the snow next to him, gently stroking his shoulder through the reaction, eyes usually hard like flint gazing down at him full of concern.
"I'm so sorry, Neron. I...I thought...I thought it might help." Foolish, now, she realised. Something from the Old Gods would never help the Ascended, the petty and ridiculous feud between them hurting those on Caido that did not deserve any of it.
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure, what I stand for
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure, what I stand for
