An Endless Dream

“Well...yes - “ He hesitated, almost confused for a moment.

It wasn’t as if he wasn’t aware that everything Beowolf had said was true. And he would never wish to go against Lachesis’s wishes, but...

It didn’t seem right to be protected by someone else. Not when the sword he carried had been forged to protect others. Cowering behind someone else during a battle seemed like a betrayal of every deed that he had been raised to perform.

Beowolf was a fine fighter, but he was someone Eldigan would normally step in front of not invite to fight at his side. It felt - wrong. 

feh almost redeemed themselves by giving eldie such good lines in the dance alt 🥺 between this one and his terrible jokes he’s so perfect 

My friend, your desire Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess

What on earth did they teach you in ghost school

@of-invisible-ties

For some reason the sound of that unfortunately familiar voice filled him with a sense of dread as he turned around.

Of course he was used to flattery of all kinds as well as its reverse, but the manner in which this man spoke was unsettling in a way difficult to describe.

He shook his head and forced a smile. Such uncharitable thoughts were hardly fair. Perhaps the man was merely ill at ease in social gatherings. One could not fault a man merely for a strange manner of speaking.

but what if oliver was HOSTING the party?

challenge accepted