Inspired by a new lore drop in Destiny 2.
‘He reached back, calling forth another memory:
Her lithe form, curled under the thin blankets in contented sleep. The predawn glow seeping into the room. Her dark curls splayed across the white pillow. Her musky, floral scent. Her clothes strewn across the furniture.
He yearned to reach out and awaken her—see her drowsy smile, hear her voice. But he knew that would transform the experience from memory to fantasy; he wanted to preserve her as she was: perfect and mortal.’
The lore struck a chord and I wanted to put a piece together that showed how I felt upon reading.
Created in procreate on iPad Pro.