some nights feel like every night
He laughs, because none of his patients are ever truly unruly. The Order doesn’t attract that kind of person - and Cian certainly wouldn’t let them in. It’s obvious that Sera means it in jest, because it’s obvious that right now, he wouldn’t stand a chance against someone truly troubled.
He isn’t expecting to hear that they destroyed an Ascended shrine, broad and bushy eyebrows flying to the ceiling in surprise. Deftly pressing the buttons to retract the blade, Falke is very suddenly all ears and very interested. “What was it like?” he asks eagerly, suddenly wishing he had something to write with. “Have you written down a record of the encounter and what happened?” Obviously they’re all fine, which is a blessing, but this kind of knowledge could be quite useful in the future.
He isn’t expecting to hear that they destroyed an Ascended shrine, broad and bushy eyebrows flying to the ceiling in surprise. Deftly pressing the buttons to retract the blade, Falke is very suddenly all ears and very interested. “What was it like?” he asks eagerly, suddenly wishing he had something to write with. “Have you written down a record of the encounter and what happened?” Obviously they’re all fine, which is a blessing, but this kind of knowledge could be quite useful in the future.
this one feels brand new
got good things on my mind when I'm with you
FALKE
