#2 Kotallo
Gerrah's voice is soft as it falls against his shoulders. Her hand is less soft, covered in callouses and rough from the many years she has lived through. But her touch is light, and her voice is soft, and Kotallo finally tells himself that it is safe to let go. The wave of hurt fades into a dull ache, like a bruise buried underneath where his hand had pressed, but that is not where Kivva had stuck him, so it makes so little sense. The ache in his side is tired. "Kotallo," Chaplain Girrah says again, her voice patient, but she is tired too. "Did you hear what I said?" [ READ MORE! ]
a little baby boy I drew to accompany @apricity-writes beautiful story for @kotaloyelysiumevents about soulmates <3333 idk about you but I'm already in shambles over this one
