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
Thankfully, it seemed Neron was not angry at her; Morgan would have understood if he was, especially with the sickness affecting his mind, but this way it meant it would be easier to get him home to safety. However, as he mentioned not being able to see she swallowed down alarm, nodding and holding his arms tighter. "Alright. I will guide you." Gently she reached for his hand on the one side, cupping his shoulder on the other, and began to walk down the hill, their snowman abandoned.
"Is this too fast?" She asked of her pace, trying to go as slowly as she could while descending the sometimes crumbly snowy path. Morgan's walking stick had been left behind too, Neron more important, and she had to concentrate to stop herself from slipping.
Once they were in a valley, on flat ground for a while, she loosened her grip a little. "Do you feel any better? I...I'm so sorry, Neron. I don't know what will work for the Ascended; do you think your Goddess would help? I could go speak to her." Morgan would not go to these lengths for just anyone, and she hoped he knew that.
"Is this too fast?" She asked of her pace, trying to go as slowly as she could while descending the sometimes crumbly snowy path. Morgan's walking stick had been left behind too, Neron more important, and she had to concentrate to stop herself from slipping.
Once they were in a valley, on flat ground for a while, she loosened her grip a little. "Do you feel any better? I...I'm so sorry, Neron. I don't know what will work for the Ascended; do you think your Goddess would help? I could go speak to her." Morgan would not go to these lengths for just anyone, and she hoped he knew that.
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
