So many months fighting what they feel, and each other. Emilia used to hold on so tightly to her reasons for it, and at the moment, she can't think of a single one. There is only his damnable silence, and a greater understanding just out of her reach. She almost sees an outline of its shape, she does.
And then the spell, like so much else, is broken.
Regrettably, but not without decisiveness, she disentangles from his arms and follows the source of their latest upheaval. Feels Wrath close at her heels, and closer still when she brings herself to an abrupt stop. The priests are performing nerve-wracked exorcisms.
Sailors are attempting to cut off at the pass the undead that try to climb aboard. A storm is gathering in an already desolate sky, and her feet are unsteadier than ever with the lashings the ship is currently receiving. Like whips of something. )
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So many months fighting what they feel, and each other. Emilia used to hold on so tightly to her reasons for it, and at the moment, she can't think of a single one. There is only his damnable silence, and a greater understanding just out of her reach. She almost sees an outline of its shape, she does.
And then the spell, like so much else, is broken.
Regrettably, but not without decisiveness, she disentangles from his arms and follows the source of their latest upheaval. Feels Wrath close at her heels, and closer still when she brings herself to an abrupt stop. The priests are performing nerve-wracked exorcisms.
Sailors are attempting to cut off at the pass the undead that try to climb aboard. A storm is gathering in an already desolate sky, and her feet are unsteadier than ever with the lashings the ship is currently receiving. Like whips of something. )