Whatever We Do It's Too Little, Too Late [Jigsaw]
10-24-2021, 11:21 PM
Jigsaw ran after his brother and the alluring voice, eyes wet with unshed tears that threatened to spill over any moment. What would the pair do if their father - who was dead, of that he had no doubt, had had to be living in a spirit world - was actually in trouble? What if Harbringr needed them? Would they need to die, to join him in that plane of existence from where he called to them? Jigsaw didn't even want to approach the subject and he whimpered aloud as he ran. Askell slowed (being cautious and intelligent, most likely) while Jigsaw sped up in desperation to reach the voices' origin. There where the voice faded, fireflies hung in the air. They bobbed slowly, though there was no wind to carry their wings. "Dad?" He called out to them, hesitant. |
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