Sword of the Lost Gods ~fantasy rp~

[spirit_queen]

"I'll try to talk to her again, but I can't promise you anything."

[Miranda_]

"As long as you try, that's all that matters."

[spirit_queen]

Osiris hugged his son.

[Miranda_]

Horus returned the hug. He was starting to feel better already; he'd snapped out of the apathy, in any case, which was worse than the depression.

[spirit_queen]

"Alright, we're back." Osiris said. "You look much better now; you've got some color in you. When I arrived, you were grey."

[Miranda_]

"Was I? I didn't know. I haven't looked in a mirror for weeks."

[spirit_queen]

"My god, boy, you looked like you could've starred in a black and white film!" Osiris said as he opened the door for Horus. "No wonder Aphrodite was so worried about you."

[Miranda_]

"I just felt as tho nothing mattered. I wasn't really thinking straight."

[spirit_queen]

"I noticed, as did she. But now things are getting better." Osiris said.

[Miranda_]

"Well, they can hardly get worse."