Fallen from Grace

ilence was something I was proud to say I loved and I reveled in. There was something unique, as odd as it sounded, about being able to bond with yourself. To deepen the knowledge of yourself, and to really get to know who you were or who you were becoming. Now, chances were, you could be unhappy with yourself when you sat for long periods of time waiting for something spectacular to happen. Though, he was wise enough to know such would not happen. Especially not in the life he had been leading of late.

A voice a solemn reminder that he could never be truly alone resounded in the distance. The empyrean would turn his head towards the sound, massive body coming to a stilled stance before the other, before his words brought about a sense of ease. Surely, the man was not out for a battle, and if he was, Collision was still, surprisingly, confident enough to have his hand in battle, "Am I intruding on your land? I found no borders, sir. Apologies,"