[private] you've got your chain tied to me, obelisk

[altar]

get up off your knees, boy
Stand face to face with your god

Had she heard him call out for her? Is that what had drawn her to him?

She does not remember the sound of his voice traveling heavy through the darkness. She does not remember it sinking its teeth into the meat of her heart to coax her through the shadows and deliver her to his side.

But that must have been it.
Were she aware of this dilemma, she would have thought it must have been the voice that beckoned her.

Anything to conceal the fact that she had sought him out because he spells safety, because she finds sanctuary in the soft glow of the galaxy splashed across his chest.

He doesn’t know, though she had not expected him to. She had not asked because she wanted an answer but because it gave her an excuse to be there. Because curiosity was not a weakness.

The nebulas (dim in this strange darkness) shudder beneath the weight of his wing, but she sinks her weight against him again the same way she had some weeks before. She draws in a steady breath, watching the shadows, watching them writhe and move and tremble.

“There’s something out there,” she tells him without answering his question, still without an ounce of fear in her voice.

ALTAR

@[obelisk]
@[The Monsters] do your thing with altar's water immunity