❝ You still got family and you still got a home. ❞
innocently puzzled as brows knitted together , his thumb trails lines on rough skin along his palm in his hand. ❝ is it peculiar that i do not feel as though i am home , that i am with family . ❞ quietly soft embosses his tone , bright blue cast as SORROW began to fill ,
his home , his family was ASGARD , it latches onto a beating heart , so that he’d never forget. what was left of a place he calls home was out of reach, earth was where he now resides , but he never could nor does he believe he ever will fit in among the midgardians , as it never brings a WARM COMFORT that reminds him he belongs here. here with them , no the asgardian knew his place was among the stars , a longing to return to THE GOLDEN REALM . ❝ —– is it wrong for me to believe that these things do not exist on earth for me ? ❞
THE WALKING DEAD , / ACCEPTING .














