I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.
when i'm with you i can't help but feel small
you're so GREAT && POWERFUL
&& i'm so ʷᵉᵃᵏ && ᶤᶰᶳᶤᵍᶰᶤᶠᶤᶜᵃᶰᵗ
Her fingers clung to the fabric of his cape, the ends tattered while the rest stayed just how it should. Harsh enough to protect against the elements, but soft and warm enough to keep it's wearer warm. And as she watched the only brother she had left march off into a war that he was bound to lose, despite his great power. A deep breath escaped her as she clenched her fist, taking a few steps after him, only to screech to a halt as the taller man turns and shakes his head at her. "If I die, it's no big loss, if you die, Minecraftia loses someone valuable. Stay safe. I'll be back, I promise." He says gently, voice flickering with an oddly glitchy quality.
She'd reluctantly agreed, staying there, out of sight as he went to the final battle, where, in the end, he would meet his end and a pitiful prison. A pitiful ending for someone so great.
