The Crying Traveler
Nakh, as he held his son, looked up in the sky with a faraway gaze.
The coffin is laid just right beside him, though he knew it is the body that he kept, but not exactly the spirit.
Although he sometimes refuse to admit it, he does wonder if his little cherry was up there, watching down at them from the heavens...
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Love of the Damned
Gloria giggled as the tiny little chirping beings escaped from her hands as soon as she breathed life into them.
"There you go. A nice flock of birds. Didn't I tell you it was easy?"
Gloria nodded happily at Faira's statement.
"So shall we learn how to make a school of fish this time?"
Gloria nodded happily, while the angels sang their hymns in the background
Nakh, as he held his son, looked up in the sky with a faraway gaze.
The coffin is laid just right beside him, though he knew it is the body that he kept, but not exactly the spirit.
Although he sometimes refuse to admit it, he does wonder if his little cherry was up there, watching down at them from the heavens...
--:--
Love of the Damned
Gloria giggled as the tiny little chirping beings escaped from her hands as soon as she breathed life into them.
"There you go. A nice flock of birds. Didn't I tell you it was easy?"
Gloria nodded happily at Faira's statement.
"So shall we learn how to make a school of fish this time?"
Gloria nodded happily, while the angels sang their hymns in the background
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A/N:
Personally I don't exactly know how Heaven looks like,
but I'm told the angels (or muse) would usually be singing in the background
24/7. And FYI, Faira is one of the many angels under the 'Creation' division
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