Heaven Sent, Hell Bent
08-20-2018, 03:40 PM
- continued from Crystallum Cliffs -
His soft chuckle had a small smile playing on Dea's face, her pink eyes glittering as she spoke, "I suppose it could be considered special enough. Though one mustn't forget, I am also divinity in my own right." While she belonged mostly to chaos, Dea was always finding herself internally arguing with herself, and now she wanted to find out just what this Fallen God was all about.
After their walk began and Archon spoke of his god, Dea felt an odd vertigo sensation, something clicked into place as she listened. It was the first time she had experienced such a strong gravitational shift as if the earth had been ripped out beneath her and replaced with something far better. Instinct told her it was a sign she was on the right track. Keeping her silence about the experience, Dea made eye contact and responded when appropriate, saving her questions for later after she mused over what he told her.
There was a pride about her gait, suggesting her earlier discovery, a hop in her step where before there had been a dragging of her paws. Suddenly, the woman was lit from the inside out, absorbing the knowledge that she was headed where she was supposed to be headed as if truly going home for the first time.
His soft chuckle had a small smile playing on Dea's face, her pink eyes glittering as she spoke, "I suppose it could be considered special enough. Though one mustn't forget, I am also divinity in my own right." While she belonged mostly to chaos, Dea was always finding herself internally arguing with herself, and now she wanted to find out just what this Fallen God was all about.
After their walk began and Archon spoke of his god, Dea felt an odd vertigo sensation, something clicked into place as she listened. It was the first time she had experienced such a strong gravitational shift as if the earth had been ripped out beneath her and replaced with something far better. Instinct told her it was a sign she was on the right track. Keeping her silence about the experience, Dea made eye contact and responded when appropriate, saving her questions for later after she mused over what he told her.
There was a pride about her gait, suggesting her earlier discovery, a hop in her step where before there had been a dragging of her paws. Suddenly, the woman was lit from the inside out, absorbing the knowledge that she was headed where she was supposed to be headed as if truly going home for the first time.
"Talk." "You." Think.
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