I have met my brother ( Read more... )

Sol is bundled in a cloak of sable furr, hood pulled over her face. She'd be hard to recognize if it wasn't for the long rosegold curls stirring with the calm breeze. She stands near the edge, looking over the moonlit city.

Gilgamesh has her sword hefted over his shoulder as he walks up by her. She had left it below, in the Smoking Parlor.  "You ( Read more... )