@apscidea
there’s something NOVELTY about being under a tree resting rather than keeping lookout. the soothing sound of the wind is a godsend, and how he can allow nature to be his bgm rather than a tipoff for intruders? he hasn’t been able to live that life in ages. but there’s something of nostalgia that makes the experience hollow-- it’s the solace with another, harmonizing beyond the boundaries of conversation, talking in SILENCE.
the gods hear his prayer. they send him an angel. he says that she’s much more than he asked for, but they knew that an angel would be the only gift to satisfy him.
❝ i didn’t see you there! you’re a SNEAKY one, aren’t you? hahaha...! ❞ the words roll off his tongue all lazy. ❝ there’s no need to be shy. sit with me? ❞
