prophet girl, chosen by the sun, do you hear the gods whispering those silent stardust words? / cursed daughter, uttering insanities no one believes, do you regret taking the vow?
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like this tweet to be considered a ship , chemistry required so mun will invade dms for plotting purposes ! bisexual. multiship, possibility for single ship.
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back at prosperity, the judge finds a quiet corner to settle down in for the nightβfeeling safest with her back pressed against a wall, just like those days in the bunker.
sleep doesn't come easy and she's left observing him through big eye holes. head canted slightly.
perhaps she's just π΅π°π° used to sleeping with one eye open, no matter the place or circumstance.
it's why she spends most of her nights on guard duty. always alert.
Why would he enjoy that? Perhaps heβs spoiled and enjoys not sleeping with one eye open, or having her watch over him.
It also beats him sleeping with a finger on a trigger of a gun.
what, didn't he enjoy the smell of rotting wood and chemical smoke? the collapsing roof that let the darkened sky peek through the gaps?
she doesn't mind it so much. beats being in a bunker. but don't worry, she'll get sleeping beauty back to prosperity.
They are making progress, he can still recall the time he met her. The silent enforcer to New Eden. Perhaps this is the first time sheβs actually communicated something with him, besides the occasional grunts.
Yes. Heβs not sleeping in an abandoned destroyed building again.
a solemn nod. it was the only thing she had left to cling onto, after everything that was lostββher mother's first gift to her. hope.
she let out a quiet grunt of acknowledgment and jerked her head towards the beat up truck. they should get moving before nightfall.
βHope?β
The name escapes his lips like a low whisper, he didnβt know if he saw that right. βIt makes me wonder how you could remember your own name. I believe in you, Hope.β
the name causes her to flinch. no, not dep .. not judge, either.
she jabbed a finger against his chest before slowly tracing out four letters. h-o-p-e. hope.
This time heβs returning the rough shrug. If only he could, he came here to rebuild this county. Heβll help her as well.
βYouβre a good person, Dep, I mean Judge.β