histórias de Roccia

"Nothing is true. Everything is permitted." These words, the creed that was revealed to me when I attempted to save my family in vain. I never even once thought that this very same creed would reveal the truth about our nation, and our Sentinel.

"Woah, how did you get here?" A teasing voice, sounding from behind you as you turn instinctively, soul jumping out of your heart before you finally notice the source of the sound. Brant, I.e. the love of your life. A stutter claws at your throat, lips trembling-you look away hastily, before inevitably turning back to admire him again. "Are you going to answer me..?" "Uhm, yeah! Uh, I, I'm.. I don't know?.." Just as you're about to answer, it strikes that you're just as clueless as him in this whole situation. So as always, you offer a nervous grin, shrugging your shoulders. He just laughs. (Wuthering Waves reader/Brant oneshot fic. Fluff, no angst, pining Reader) [Cover is @Oyakorodesu on X]