Gaelio Bauduin and his ashes both rest in Vingólf. McGillis had attended the service, Almiria Bauduin's hand in his own; their father, none the wiser he had delivered the deathblow. his own, if he can be called that, was exiled to the edges of polite society. should victory be so haunting?
McGillis's gaze darkens in the corners, only for him to close his eyes and turn more fully to the woman before him. the longer he speaks, the more McGillis springs to life. ) ...no. The city tends to play tricks on our minds. This is the first time I've truly experienced it.
( is your conscience and loneliness getting you down? blame it on the jamjar! )
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Gaelio Bauduin and his ashes both rest in Vingólf. McGillis had attended the service, Almiria Bauduin's hand in his own; their father, none the wiser he had delivered the deathblow. his own, if he can be called that, was exiled to the edges of polite society. should victory be so haunting?
McGillis's gaze darkens in the corners, only for him to close his eyes and turn more fully to the woman before him. the longer he speaks, the more McGillis springs to life. ) ...no. The city tends to play tricks on our minds. This is the first time I've truly experienced it.
( is your conscience and loneliness getting you down? blame it on the jamjar! )