Gaming
Imagine knowing Barbatos for two thousand years and not falling in love with him. Morax imagines, and that’s all he can do
Jan 24,2021
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Imagine knowing Barbatos for two thousand years and not falling in love with him. Morax imagines, and that’s all he can do about it - imagine - because that’s not what happened in reality.
In reality, he fell, fell like the stone spears he hails from the sky when the time is opportune, except his fall was not at all within any sort of timing. There was no rhyme, rhythm, or reason. There was not a strand of intention.
There was only the sight of a bard playing his lyre and glaze lilies - thought to be extinct for the longest time - suddenly blooming all around him. And then there was a heart, one which once crumbled into dust, gently being pieced back together by wind.