[ His arms move around her as she shows him the photo, pressing himself against her back so he can hook his chin over her shoulder, because no matter how glad she may be to see these places again at last, they must bring a bitter reminder with them. Of the home that she lost, of the world she can no longer return to. Her home, her place of birth, places she had memories abound in. He knows the feeling, because he feels their sting every time he looks through his photos from Eos. Grateful as he is to have them, it is...bittersweet, to say the least, to look upon the world he loved and lost.
A trembling sigh slips from his as he draws his fingertips over that last photo. ]
It's...it's breathtaking. What I wouldn't give to photograph places like these...
[ It's beautiful in a way so very different from Eos. ]
no subject
A trembling sigh slips from his as he draws his fingertips over that last photo. ]
It's...it's breathtaking. What I wouldn't give to photograph places like these...
[ It's beautiful in a way so very different from Eos. ]
This is Sharlayan?