Intertwined.
Khyan's voice came to them then, a screech that had her turning her head around to look at him expectantly, waiting for the actual question rather than just the subject of these feelings.
What's your question Khyanshe asked, expectantly, the words he spoke sounded similar enough to danish that she worked out it being 'my sun' but beyond that?
Nephthys was left with nothing else but waiting for the little love struck boy to speak.
Rejoice, despite the fact this world will kill you
Rejoice, despite the fact this world will tear you to shreds
Rejoice, because you're trying your best



