this is almost laughable.
it’s as though he’s watching his own importance dwindle more and more, like a snuffed our candle struggling to hold on to the embers that do remain.
@therascape The absence was achingly noticeable to the escort, to say the least. He missed the fallen; he wonders if Midas missed him too, though he isn’t sure he’s brave enough to ask.
Is his search bringing about any form of a success? Vi would help him, if only he knew how to.
/ i feel so much pent up angst that i’m going to spill it all into a solo tomorrow maybe, if i get the time and if anyone would like to read my writing—.
It occurs to him that his deeper connections are always so painfully 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. It’s almost as though the world, in all her sick glory, is playing a twisted joke on the escort’s poor soul.
granted, he’s somewhat used to not seeing the fallen around anymore.
yet vivi can’t help the fact that he always misses him more than he’d like the world to know.