( A pause. Genuine, complete perplexity. Cyan hues narrow ever so slightly in confusion. This is not the response she β¦ expected. )
β¦ This a path. Not a bed. It is not safe to lay here. You will be stepped on. Or rained upon.
( Gloved hand extends outwards, )
Come.
( Her hand twitches at her sideβan aborted movement, quickly stilled. What a peculiar individual. She thinks about hoisting him up, regardlessβbut very quickly washes away the thought. It would be improper. )
β¦ Are you injured?
( Slender digits curl inward at her sides, boots halting upon the dirt path. Cyan hues blink downβonce, twiceβ at the crumpled form. She makes no move to touch. Not yet. )
You are upon the ground. ( A pause, )
β¦ Have you need of assistance?
face first deity plopped on the dirt β border to the stone. long blond hair scattered π¬Ί cascading from musculature backside to the dirt π¬Ί grass. hi β hello β¦ π¦Ή *
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π kissed the edge of something forbidden and discovered I had never been afraid of damnation. Unholy things have always felt more honest than anything I was taught was sacred.
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