@CORNIXSICARIUS — almost afraid of the answer, or lack thereof. The druid didn't dare to hope, to hold onto the small spark igniting within her heart.
One hand instinctively moved to her face to wipe away tears that had long dried out.
Look at you talking to shadows again, she reminded —
@CORNIXSICARIUS — that would go ignored.
There was no hope, no reason to fight and defy another divine being. There was only the aching void where once her heart used to beat.
@CORNIXSICARIUS — Tempest felt more like a ghostly whisper these days. Dull emerald eyes stared at an uninteresting spot on the carpet, replaying the moment she witnessed her better half fade away into nothingness.
Then there was his voice, which by now she assumed it was another mind trick —