[ He half closes his eyes in contentment at her fingers in his hair, then captures her hand so he can press his lips on her palm, still slick with water.
It's strange, in a way, to hear her speak as if he's somehow separate from his Light. He supposes there must be something, or else Guardians like Osiris would cease entirely after losing their Ghosts and Light. But it's certainly not something he's ever thought about himself.
He chuckles softly against her palm, another fragment of poetry coming to him. ]
The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light. Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.
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It's strange, in a way, to hear her speak as if he's somehow separate from his Light. He supposes there must be something, or else Guardians like Osiris would cease entirely after losing their Ghosts and Light. But it's certainly not something he's ever thought about himself.
He chuckles softly against her palm, another fragment of poetry coming to him. ]
The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light.
Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.