( @thirteenth--hour ) ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ❛ ▲ with Grant Danasty? ❜
send me a ▲ & i will put our character's names into this generator and write a starter based on the scenario that comes up: Grant and Aeon watching the sunset.
† ⎯⎯ it was such a unique feeling, staying under the sky as it faded into darkness, staying out late enough to see the daybreak. often, it would remind him of his adventure overseas. the times when when he was nothing more than a simple shipmate, young && cut up from the days work, sneaking out in the earliest hours of morning to hoist himself up the ropes and watch the sun rise back up.
but in those memories, no matter how fond of them he was of them - he was alone. and it was silly, to him, to be so caught up in them, to realize just how lonely those mornings were, to have to settle on being simply under the same sky with the ones he loved. but after all contemplation, it made him thankful for the company.
❛ if you come here just early enough, you can greet the wild horses as they weave through the thicket, and into the clearing. ❜ grant's smiling, tired, but joyously. the simplest things - those were the best. sunsets and wild houses and dew on the wildflowers. tall grass that rose to his hips, a songbird flying far above. he had been tasked to rebuild wallachia after the defeat of such a darkness, and rebuild it he did. but the nature, the wild - they rebuilt themselves. fingers point ahead, slightly to the right, soft-spoken words brushing past his lips as he leans towards the other, ❛ the tiniest one, you see him there, by the wildflowers - we named him trevor. steadfast little fellow, that one. ❜
