#devoutpriest

She drew in a slow breath then pushed open the doors to the cathedral, the first thing she noticed was the warmth that immediately enveloped her and the wonderful smell of incense burning at the alter. She closed the door behind her and walked forward, the clicks of her heels on the marble floors echoing through the space and disturbing the stillness.

“Depends. What did you see?Or do you see?”

“I hear some thing. I don’t know what.”

 the new presence in the camp was a man, one from the grounders, trying to talk about peace. something that was already starting a war. funny, wasn’t it? a war over peace. he approached him now without hesitation, although some uncertainty and distrust. “what do you think of it?” he asked, a gesture towards what they had built of Arkadia so far. a simple question just to start something. see his view of things. figure out what the grounders really thought of peace. 

 okay, so where do I start with you? I’ve followed you on so many of my accounts that I’ve lost track of where and when I actually first saw your blog. but it was probably a while back. but we only started talking a few months ago. and you’re amazing, okay? your writing is fabulous for all like one million muses you have. every time I read one of your replies I can definitely hear your muses voice in my head. you have a really good grasp on all your characters and it’s a joy to be able to rp with you. and ooc you are a darling, I love talking with you and all the plotting that we do. you’re an awesome writer and an absolute sweetheart as a mun. and I’m glad that we actually started talking and writing with each other. can’t wait to get something started with you on here. throw all the things at me. 

"I guess the change. We never end up seeing it until it's too late.  Day by day it just sort of sneaks up like a snake betwixt tall grass,  and then the bite. What do you think? These times ahead of us?  Will there be better or worse?"