Here's a lil' somethin' somethin' :) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3J5mE-J1WLk
Though I'm weak
Beaten down
I'll slip away
Into the sound
The ghost of you
Is close to me
I'm inside out
You're underneath
Hecate embodied a specter floating amidst the long thin trunks of fir trees. A bit of her showing here and there as she loped through the drizzling rain. Her inner chaos had remained sizzling for a while, not catching aflame until the morning she had met with Angier. Speaking of the family, Hecate intended on visiting @Sven later that day, maybe exchanging a few scary stories for his company. The young lass had never pegged herself for the caretaker type. Dreading the whines and screeches of children nearby, her fondness over Sven was rare. On the topic, she reminded herself to say hello to Elettra's kids.
Hecate let out a drawn out sigh, the puff of air leaving her lungs empty and her lips dry. The ink had run out in her pen and she was now just carving into paper, grinding lines. She had to get her shit together. At this pace, the woman would be a goner. Crunch. Subconsciously hearing the scuffle, she was still lost in thought. It took her a solid six to ten seconds to turn her head around. The man was tall and darker than the midnight sky. Greer? Her initial thought was. But after close inspection, the last time she checked, Greer didn't have a scar across his face. A brilliantly distinct sign, branching over the man's muzzle and left eye. Her tail flicked down by her ankles, eyes squinted so the green was barely distinguishable. "Sven." Her mouth slipped forward, registering the man in the rain. "You're 'is father."
I'm a goner
Somebody catch my breath
I'm a goner
Somebody catch my breath
I wanna be known by you
I wanna be known by you