Wandering, I chanced upon
A wayward child lost anon
Gideon was used to Amalia regarding him with sarcasm, at best apathy, to see something in the woman's eyes close to admiration for a moment was special. His grin softened to a smile, sincerity in his own expression as he nodded. "Yes. I do think sometimes the Gods nudge us in the right direction to be where we are needed; had she laid there much longer she would have died." It had been a lot of blood, the brutal nature of the Voice's 'children' blatant.
Even with her genuine words, he was surprised to hear her offer to come with him. Gideon hesitated, nodding but taking a breath as he thought of what to say. "I'd certainly welcome the help and I think your presence might be beneficial, but...you'd need to be prepared for violence and anger. People will shout in your face, throw things at you. Scream and mock you. Could you take that from a crowd?" He could, because he had years of experience and faith behind him, but Amalia often seemed fragile.
Putting down the plates back on the tray, he looked over at Amalia's snort. "Oh yes, you know the Queen, don't you...?"
Even with her genuine words, he was surprised to hear her offer to come with him. Gideon hesitated, nodding but taking a breath as he thought of what to say. "I'd certainly welcome the help and I think your presence might be beneficial, but...you'd need to be prepared for violence and anger. People will shout in your face, throw things at you. Scream and mock you. Could you take that from a crowd?" He could, because he had years of experience and faith behind him, but Amalia often seemed fragile.
Putting down the plates back on the tray, he looked over at Amalia's snort. "Oh yes, you know the Queen, don't you...?"
And when he laid across my chest
My cutting stone it did the rest
My cutting stone it did the rest
gideon
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