[ For once, Dimitri and his Shadow agree immediately:
「 Fool. How could he possibly trust you? 」
...It's generous, considering they've known each other for as long as this walk's taken. But Dimitri does intend to keep his word. It's why he doesn't even take a seat, standing against a nearby tree, arms crossed and tense as Puck weaves together a story, a talented bard with a voice that somehow still grates. The song reminds him of the hymns he'd heard in chapel, holy and haunting, with lyrics that speak to the end of all things, of beings that guard the throne of the heavens.
...And that's when a biblically accurate angel suddenly descends upon them, making a completely indecipherable noise. ]
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「 Fool. How could he possibly trust you? 」
...It's generous, considering they've known each other for as long as this walk's taken. But Dimitri does intend to keep his word. It's why he doesn't even take a seat, standing against a nearby tree, arms crossed and tense as Puck weaves together a story, a talented bard with a voice that somehow still grates. The song reminds him of the hymns he'd heard in chapel, holy and haunting, with lyrics that speak to the end of all things, of beings that guard the throne of the heavens.
...And that's when a biblically accurate angel suddenly descends upon them, making a completely indecipherable noise. ]