◈| 𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑺.

－ ◈ | 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙈𝙀𝙍 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆 𝙑𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙐𝘼𝙍𝘿. 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐁𝐔𝐓, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲. － destiny / fandomless －triggering themes.

this. is fine.

“ come in, come in. i was just reaching a stopping point. ” lies. there was no stopping points. especially when it came to osiris. although he deactivates his closest datapad to give her more attention. “ so, you were successful? ”

reminding himself that he HAS to eat has been the hardest part of being lightless.

he mumbles, but not from the affection or the soup but from the general discomfort he was feeling. “ then it should be delicious, she has always had wonderful recipes. ”

. . . he is shuffling over. soup ( DOES ) sound amazing right now. “ thank you saint. ”

osiris was bundled up in the corner of the room, sat inside of a comfortable looking chair. he had a few datapads around him. most of them linked to the hidden. it took a few seconds for him to look up. “ athena. ”

hmm. this will be considered. do not fret. both ikora and saint failed to notice as well. you forget, our enemy was cunning.

g o o d. he'll be waiting for her. every detail must be given.

yes please. saint has been selective in the details, he gives to osiris. he thinks that he'll run off. which is true.

that would be appreciated. if it's the hove goddess that he assumes, all will be forgiven. especially if her return means success.

clearly. saint was in earlier. although he neglected that particular aspect.

╱╱: I have no pinned making skills anymore. Cri.