[ For Sanctuary to have this many jars makes sense. After all, he was one of many who went out to collect the orbs. Walking through the starlit room, memories of the festival foster to life. Allen walking once more. The paleblood stone he had made for him. Allen agreeing to wear it for the night. Most of all he remembers the night sky that day. Spending the night looking up at it with Allen at his side.
At the touch of cheeks, his eyes shift to him, and the distant look in his eyes fades, replaced by a tender look. ]
You're right.
[ He gently touches his forehead to his, no longer far away, but present. ]
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At the touch of cheeks, his eyes shift to him, and the distant look in his eyes fades, replaced by a tender look. ]
You're right.
[ He gently touches his forehead to his, no longer far away, but present. ]
Hope is what lets us dreams.