[It did not occur to him right away that he may have let something... remotely endearing slip past his lips. Yet in it's most detached form, those words were true. Maxwell was floundering and on the brink of death numerous times before Anderson had arrived.
And When he did, the priest found but a withered shell of a man. Hardly a man but more of a ghost. Anemic and macerated. The epitome of a soul in famine. Since that day, Anderson had tended to his lost little lamb till he was a glimmer of the regal Prince of the Church he had left behind... before Midian had taken that crusader from him.
Dipping his brow solemnly, curls of gold tresses cascading over Maxwell's shoulders, his sublime lilt dropped to a hush.]
I was brought into our world with nothing.
I went with nothing.
...Something in me wants to believe there is... something.. anything I might have.. now that I am in this world with you.
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[It did not occur to him right away that he may have let something... remotely endearing slip past his lips. Yet in it's most detached form, those words were true. Maxwell was floundering and on the brink of death numerous times before Anderson had arrived.
And When he did, the priest found but a withered shell of a man. Hardly a man but more of a ghost. Anemic and macerated. The epitome of a soul in famine. Since that day, Anderson had tended to his lost little lamb till he was a glimmer of the regal Prince of the Church he had left behind... before Midian had taken that crusader from him.
Dipping his brow solemnly, curls of gold tresses cascading over Maxwell's shoulders, his sublime lilt dropped to a hush.]
I was brought into our world with nothing.
I went with nothing.
...Something in me wants to believe there is... something.. anything I might have.. now that I am in this world with you.