[private] the night breeze carries something sweet

[midnight]

Midnight

Sweet little bird, how you call to me.

Midnight hums to himself, strange boy that he is - weaving between the foliage with a glowing halo atop his head. He likes that adornment, don’t ask him why. He does not find himself to be an angel; in fact, the only angel he knows is in his best friend, his Larke.

Sometimes the black and white boy chews on their first encounter: how she gathered all of her energy just to gently wrap him in it. A wistful smile softens his face and a little blush colors his cheeks. For the time being, Midnight has no idea that his feelings for Larke go beyond that of a friend. The girl is someone he treks across lands to see, despite Loess and Tephra being on opposite sides of a moralistic scale, and still he does not realize. She is but a sweet friend with an incredible power, and perhaps he will one day realize his care knows no bounds.

“Larrrrrrke,” he calls once upon the border of Tephra. He feels just comfortable enough to step across without his friend’s guidance. He knows Leliana to be a kind creature, and hopefully a Loessian scent is not too alarming when coming from him.

“Larke!” This one is short and demanding. “Come on. I miss you!”

now I wake up in the mornings and all the kindness is drained out of me
i spend hours just wincing and trying to regain some sense of peace

@[larke]