[Closed]/[In Progress]
Who: prophetabove, princessabove
When: During the night cycle after his date with Betsy, and after this conversation with Schala.
Where: Schala's room, then perhaps out and about on Acairnia.
Rating: PG ♥
Summary: Schala's feeling lonely, and upset. Prophet is coming to help her feel less alone, and remind her that she has great importance to him.
Parting ways with Betsy, Prophet had a new destination. Schala. She did not sound well, but full of mourning and he could tell how lonely she was feeling. Though, to his admitting guilt, he wasn't around her as often as he had been back on their world. He was nearly inseparable to her side in Zeal. But here, he was hardly ever near her.
Reasons so far from one another that it caused that gray area to be far too vast for him to lean on a solid excuse for the distance. But it had been causing her more damage that he hadn't seen till now. He knew her well. He had spent so much of his life with her leading on his motivation, his will-- she was his deity of hope and light, when things were truly worse then ever, and in the pit of darkness. Still she was ever radiant within the memory he had kept alive within him. However, none of this does she know, could she know.
Prophet gave her door a soft rapping.
When: During the night cycle after his date with Betsy, and after this conversation with Schala.
Where: Schala's room, then perhaps out and about on Acairnia.
Rating: PG ♥
Summary: Schala's feeling lonely, and upset. Prophet is coming to help her feel less alone, and remind her that she has great importance to him.
Parting ways with Betsy, Prophet had a new destination. Schala. She did not sound well, but full of mourning and he could tell how lonely she was feeling. Though, to his admitting guilt, he wasn't around her as often as he had been back on their world. He was nearly inseparable to her side in Zeal. But here, he was hardly ever near her.
Reasons so far from one another that it caused that gray area to be far too vast for him to lean on a solid excuse for the distance. But it had been causing her more damage that he hadn't seen till now. He knew her well. He had spent so much of his life with her leading on his motivation, his will-- she was his deity of hope and light, when things were truly worse then ever, and in the pit of darkness. Still she was ever radiant within the memory he had kept alive within him. However, none of this does she know, could she know.
Prophet gave her door a soft rapping.