and the sky was littered with the corpses of stars
They haven’t been involved enough to know that the Fae were enemies. They had been told to be careful when meeting Juniper, but there hasn’t been much else. A sort of… Peace agreement that meant that both would remain safe. And really? The last thing they want to do is hurt someone. Perhaps that is why it horrifies them so much, the idea of it all.Their eyes are wide as they focus on Juniper, as she tells them that she isn’t sure if there is a way they can help. Their head bobs in understanding, having at least offered it, realizing now that it’s the only thing that they could feasibly do. Still, it isn’t the end of it, their eyes watching Juniper again with that same stillness as she mentions that there could be a chance. “That’s alright with me.” They say with a soft smile curling their lips. “You could send a letter to the Artist’s Sanctuary?” Their head tilts curiously, bright eyes watchful of Juniper and how she’d take that information.
Not exactly a weapons area, but a space built for art, built by their father with nothing in mind of wars or battles. A place for art and love. "Are there any... Questions I could try to answer for you?" They ask after a heartbeat of a moment, remembering what the point of their meeting was.
this one night, i saw a million lightyears pass
Azrael
