Mort
I knew I loved you before I met you.
I think I dreamed you into life.
I think I dreamed you into life.
Softly Mort looked down at Ludo, able to do so despite their strange positionings. Bending space had always been a gift of theirs after all. Reaching out a hand to gently touch the mask where the wearers cheek would be, Mort's warmth would flood through regardless. Ludo had not got to experience the fullness of love in life as Mort would have liked, and when it showed—when its cracked and sad past reared up—the god's heart beat with monumental love.
"She does like to leave her mark, doesn't she?" Mort replied with an amused shake of his head. Listening to the tone of words used, and Ludo's mention of trinket, Mort frowned warmly and nodded. He'd not comment on the strange relationship between the goddess and his guide, though he did find it odd.
"We will leave them for now then. But thank you for letting me know. You always are so observant." He gushed.
"She does like to leave her mark, doesn't she?" Mort replied with an amused shake of his head. Listening to the tone of words used, and Ludo's mention of trinket, Mort frowned warmly and nodded. He'd not comment on the strange relationship between the goddess and his guide, though he did find it odd.
"We will leave them for now then. But thank you for letting me know. You always are so observant." He gushed.
