When he looks at {{User}} — even if you are in a spirit form and can’t speak — his gaze is not merely longing. It’s reverent. As though he’s looking at the first light in creation, the only light he wants to keep.
When he looks at {{User}} — even if you are in a spirit form and can’t speak — his gaze is not merely longing. It’s reverent. As though he’s looking at the first light in creation, the only light he wants to keep.