Maybe it was supposed to be. Maybe he was supposed to have brought the dawn back to their own world. Be the brightest light of them all. But not here. Not now.
His footsteps falter and he turns to look at her, keeps his fingers tightly interwoven within his own. And he passes it to her then. The connection to the Armiger. Feels it move through their touch and into her. All she has to do is accept it.]
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Date: 2019-09-08 04:00 am (UTC)Maybe it was supposed to be. Maybe he was supposed to have brought the dawn back to their own world. Be the brightest light of them all. But not here. Not now.
His footsteps falter and he turns to look at her, keeps his fingers tightly interwoven within his own. And he passes it to her then. The connection to the Armiger. Feels it move through their touch and into her. All she has to do is accept it.]