Wheeling Gull Isle Fallen from God Fallen from grace

We can end it if you'd like! I'd love another soon whenever you have time! We can make it an actual thread for Aristos, maybe they look around for a good group den area or a meeting place!

Although he yearned for an answer, to get something more to live for than what he ever had - a part of him believed she would never answer. That it would be left on silent terms and he would continue to wander. Because who was he to ask for such a thing from anyone, from her of all individuals, why was it her job to give him meaning? To bless him with a shield against those demons that tugged and roared for attention, to be fed in a gladiator lifestyle. 

But as he slowly accepted his fate to linger, she spoke. A confidante? The word rang in his ears. The closest thing to a friend he had was his brother, Guildenstern, but even then they were no closer than what blood ties would allow. Whatever this is. He repeated softly, just as confused about what the answer could be.

I will be nothing less. Un ami.