sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
"It's very interesting..." Safrin's voice is smooth and polished, not unlike the pearls the Flood has presented. "..that you would be drawn to the beautiful things that come about as a result of invasion and protection." Surely Sunjata knew how pearls were made, having lived in Torchline for as long as he had. Surely he would be able to see the irony and the beauty in it.
Appearing as if having parted a curtain in the fabric of reality and stepping through, Safrin is just there on the heels of a cosmic sigh. Standing before him, his head nearly at her waist despite how he kneels, she reaches down to softly cup his cheeks in her hands that she might lift his gaze to meet hers.
"You have done well, not that I expected anything less from you." She beams, her thumbs stroking along his jawline and facial scars.
Appearing as if having parted a curtain in the fabric of reality and stepping through, Safrin is just there on the heels of a cosmic sigh. Standing before him, his head nearly at her waist despite how he kneels, she reaches down to softly cup his cheeks in her hands that she might lift his gaze to meet hers.
"You have done well, not that I expected anything less from you." She beams, her thumbs stroking along his jawline and facial scars.
but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me
