Azrael
i wouldn't know where to start
'sweet music' playing 'in the dark'
'sweet music' playing 'in the dark'
They’re back from their initial trip into the wilds, having found quite a beautiful field of wildflowers and a wide expanse of adventure that lingered therein. But as promised, they promised to return home to check in with their father. And they had, shown the little details of their first trek, before deciding to take on the next. For now, however, they debate whether it’s an idea to start in the wilds somewhere else… Torchline, perhaps?
Their feet take them to the Spire but they’re not alone, no, they can hear the shuffling of the debris within, the movement of feet even despite it being light. They slip in, eyes bright as they shift the pack on their shoulders, searching for the source of the sound. And what they see are these beautiful arms of staticky light, so light like the Voice, that they can’t help the wide grin on their face as they approach swiftly to watch.
“That’s wonderful!” They chime in their excitement, a truly Bastien styled clasping of their hands above their chest that they can’t help but to do. Their eyes never leave the extra arms, however, bewildered and inspired.
Their feet take them to the Spire but they’re not alone, no, they can hear the shuffling of the debris within, the movement of feet even despite it being light. They slip in, eyes bright as they shift the pack on their shoulders, searching for the source of the sound. And what they see are these beautiful arms of staticky light, so light like the Voice, that they can’t help the wide grin on their face as they approach swiftly to watch.
“That’s wonderful!” They chime in their excitement, a truly Bastien styled clasping of their hands above their chest that they can’t help but to do. Their eyes never leave the extra arms, however, bewildered and inspired.
be still 'my foolish heart'
don't ruin this on me
don't ruin this on me
