your love's a drag, but I need it so bad
03-27-2019, 07:40 PM
She seemed pleased that her suspicions were confirmed. "Nomine nos ligat in unum.." she purred. He cared little for the notion, but didn't voice it. He had siblings, they roved somewhere out there, he cared little for them either. No particular attachment, but he would come if they called. That was his attempt at loyalty, as weak as it might be. The dark oracle moved through time and space with the ease that many envied. ""Sol deus pater ille tuus." she added for good measure. He hummed softly in acknowledgement, though there was little emotion behind it. After all, what did it matter that there were more siblings to add to the mix? A roving god would sire many children, that was simple fact. "Inquam, frater, si tandem occurrit." her words were accompanied by the barest trace of a smile, nearly invisible in the dark, dank cavern. "Bene occurrit quidem, soror mea." he crooned with a gentle smile of his own, dipping his head in a formal greeting. Once more he examined her, all the baubles that decorated her form. The dark oracle longed for his own decorations, but knew they would come with time. He was young, and the world was vast. All good things to those who wait. "An non potius nos?" he questioned softly, brow quirking curiously. |
