Marcoh thinks of what he is going to write. He thinks he'll write: "Someone has to be." Joking and lightly prodding at one another just as they did back in Prehevil.
But he stops.
The air rushes out of his lungs. The space around him feels like it has shifted. Goosebumps rise on his arms and down the back of his neck. A month.
Daan looked a little different than when he last saw him, but he didn't think anything of it. No, there was a lot to consider and he didn't pay attention. There's a difference.
A month. Alll-mer... The name of the god feels foreign in his head; like it doesn't belong, like he shouldn't even think to call to him. ]
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Date: 2023-08-13 05:00 am (UTC)Marcoh thinks of what he is going to write. He thinks he'll write: "Someone has to be." Joking and lightly prodding at one another just as they did back in Prehevil.
But he stops.
The air rushes out of his lungs. The space around him feels like it has shifted. Goosebumps rise on his arms and down the back of his neck. A month.
Daan looked a little different than when he last saw him, but he didn't think anything of it. No, there was a lot to consider and he didn't pay attention. There's a difference.
A month. Alll-mer... The name of the god feels foreign in his head; like it doesn't belong, like he shouldn't even think to call to him. ]