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I'll keep you in my prayers (just keep my hand in yours) by Sunset_on_a_deserted_field
Fandoms: Just Roll With It (Podcast)
06 Jun 2024
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The dried tears on Peter's cheeks shone like diamonds in the morning sunlight. Rumi wondered how something with such a capacity for destruction could look so lovely and promptly realized the hypocrisy of that question.
A muted golden glow shone from Peter's body, slumped against a nearby oak tree. He was unconscious. His skin was pale, ichor coated his hands and the plants nearby, and his palms were bleeding where he'd dug his fingernails into them. Rumi's heart ached to see him in this state. They swore that when the gods were dead and gone, this would end. Exandroth would leave by his own will or he would kill him as he'd killed the gods before him.