Anonymous:
Anything is possible, lost lamb. You know a meeting such as this will be frowned upon by the Gods. For your precious moon is important to everyone and its place belongs in the sky for all to view their beauty. What are you willing to sacrifice to be near your beloved moon?
☥ At the mention of God, a flicker of emotion passes through his eyes, and it is not long before he lets out a laugh. And he laughs. And he laughs. He folds over and clutches at his sides, before raising his head, pale eyes staring. “God?” he speaks out, something raw and hoarse in his usually so velvety voice. “God has forsaken me.” The words are spat out as he straightens, a frown touching between his brows as he sucks in a breath, before gazing up towards the night sky. “But the moon… she’s never left me.”