Hyper light drifter hierophant12/30/2023 were planning for what would happen if one of them died, and it was likely to happen. But that hadn’t made it even a little less miserable to discuss. This conversation was one worth having, death loomed closely above the two. ![]() tired black eyes looking back at their teal ones. a smile sweetly spread across their face. Guardian removed their helmet, revealing their pink skin and hair. I was hoping maybe you’d have an idea so I could steal it!” “I don’t know what I’d do if you’d gone.” The two have finished eating, but they can’t find the will to stand. things can change in the blink of an eye y’know? One thing can be one way and then. I hope you’ll still feel the same enough to keep loving what your doing.” But Guardian merely chuckles, continuing to smile. or how to react or respond to such a comment. a vision of the world no one can ever capture again. You can see the world in a way most people only can when they’re children. “It’s not bad if that’s what you’re wondering. such a visage you can never get again.”ĭrifter opened his eyes, setting down his glass and continuing to type. Guardian gave a small smile, invisible under the shadow of their helmet, yet clear as day in their bright teal eyes. He motioned for his companion bot, and began to type on the holo-screen it produced.ĭrifter gently closed his eyes as he sipped from the glass of water beside his plate. the tense air and the circumstances around it. He would love to go on a long ramble about such a topic, it delighted him. “Why did you decide to become a Drifter? If, I may ask.?”ĭrifter looked up, a spark in his eye. and they needed to talk to him about this anyways. It made both of them uncomfortable, but Guardian had reached their breaking point. The success of the defeat of the Hierophant fresh in their minds. It had been a struggle for either of the two to stifle their laughter and joy. A stark contrast to the nights they shared mere days ago, when they last had dinner together. neither of them could even think of what to say. their lungs still burning and throat still hoarse and the taste of blood in the back of their throat ever persistent. the next 20 minutes were spent in silence. They hadn’t shared a word since they had finished preparing dinner. the expressions of both drifters wrought with worry. The air hung heavy with uncertainty and fear. ![]() The Drifter and The Guardian sat quietly, finishing the last of their dinners. ![]() as the evening said it’s last goodbyes until the next day would arrive.
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