["There's no time limit for discovery. With anything."
Funny thing to hear, for someone who's been on borrowed time for so long. By all accounts, she's young— but she's been living her life as someone with no possible future for years now, because she thought there was nothing else for her. Nier himself had given her a reason to get up off the ground, to keep fighting, to pursue something more, and this place... it's given the both of them time.
It's not forever. She knows it can't be— but she's finally decided to make the most of it. To enjoy it for what it is, rather than write it off because it's eventually going to end. Everything ends— but that doesn't mean it's without worth. Getting the chance to have something closer to a normal life here has taught her that.
She listens to him as he gives his answer, adjusting her hold on her rod so that she can balance it in one hand, her other coming to lightly brush against his wrist even as she refuses to look down at it.]
I think I can see that. The way the sand folds in on itself and disappears— hell of a lot different from the ocean.
[She'd seen a lot of it, given the desert city of Facade was one of the few places she was welcome.]
this tag has made me cry every time I've read it, you monster
Funny thing to hear, for someone who's been on borrowed time for so long. By all accounts, she's young— but she's been living her life as someone with no possible future for years now, because she thought there was nothing else for her. Nier himself had given her a reason to get up off the ground, to keep fighting, to pursue something more, and this place... it's given the both of them time.
It's not forever. She knows it can't be— but she's finally decided to make the most of it. To enjoy it for what it is, rather than write it off because it's eventually going to end. Everything ends— but that doesn't mean it's without worth. Getting the chance to have something closer to a normal life here has taught her that.
She listens to him as he gives his answer, adjusting her hold on her rod so that she can balance it in one hand, her other coming to lightly brush against his wrist even as she refuses to look down at it.]
I think I can see that. The way the sand folds in on itself and disappears— hell of a lot different from the ocean.
[She'd seen a lot of it, given the desert city of Facade was one of the few places she was welcome.]
You got any favorite spots here yet?