wonders wont cease to amaze
Unarmed
10-31-2022, 06:06 AM
Adjustment was a small word compared to the task the young man had in front of him as he stared down the challenge of making Elysium his home. What he tried hardest with was forgetting the fact that he was trying to decide if he wanted to uphold the commitment to becoming Avacyn’s partner. He was reluctant to use the word husband, he still wasn’t so sure he would be much more than a glorified stud for her future children. The one she actually loved was unable to provide that aspect for her. Albion wasn’t fully convinced, but he had vowed to explore the prospect.
For now the hulking ivory boy shoved the thought from his mind, even though it seemed to be ever present. Instead he explored the lands that were going to be his home. He had family here to lean on, and he had a potential future. Yet he was still so hesitant. He tried to hold his head high, and pretend that the weight of it all didn’t have him kneeling as his pale form slipped through the trees and he found himself at the lake that evening.
The summer sun was falling over a glittering scene of fireflies and fiery skies. It reminded him of watching the sunset over the sea at his home. His once home. Could he call Fenmyre his home anymore when it was gone and he had the prospects he did before him? These thoughts weighed on him as glassy blue eyes watched the sunset sire roll over the lake.
"Albion Baskara Klien"
For now the hulking ivory boy shoved the thought from his mind, even though it seemed to be ever present. Instead he explored the lands that were going to be his home. He had family here to lean on, and he had a potential future. Yet he was still so hesitant. He tried to hold his head high, and pretend that the weight of it all didn’t have him kneeling as his pale form slipped through the trees and he found himself at the lake that evening.
The summer sun was falling over a glittering scene of fireflies and fiery skies. It reminded him of watching the sunset over the sea at his home. His once home. Could he call Fenmyre his home anymore when it was gone and he had the prospects he did before him? These thoughts weighed on him as glassy blue eyes watched the sunset sire roll over the lake.