graftage: (once there was a war)
John Steinbeck ([personal profile] graftage) wrote in [personal profile] bluminescence 2023-01-22 06:09 am (UTC)

[..........It's beautiful.]

[The song feels like opening the windows to a new day. Even in a place like this, seemingly quiet and peaceful aside from the occasional strange effect or Goddess punishment or drinking game, it reminds him of a time long gone that he thinks was truly peaceful. A time where he didn't have to worry about what else he needed to sacrifice to put food on the table. A time where he didn't sit and wonder how many sins a man's soul could carry until he was broken into something else. A time where he could laugh and play with his siblings and be unaware of a future of blood and pain.]

[As much as he thinks he controls himself well, his face a perfect little mask for most of the world, he finds himself tearing up. He reaches up to dab at his eyes, trying to hide his face a little, but like Kaspar's blush, its hard to do so.]


.....That was... [He has to find words, voice cracking a little.] More beautiful than anything I could have imagined.

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