Deimos
Recollections churned throughout his mind, of areas pinpointed on the cartographer’s angles and details – Falling, Temple, and maneuvering onward. “Interesting,” he uttered, for perhaps it was, even if he had never seen it for himself. “I hope our springs our better,” and he gave a cheeky, boyish sort of grin amidst the sentiments. “Did you have a favorite spot?” Trusting her insight more than any Stormbreakers wandering into their midst, he’d remember it for those times later, in the future, when his ilk were finally allowed to meander through the stone walls.
Taking care to ensure the watery elements of his mother’s lantern were precisely the right shade of blue, his head tilted back up at her acceptance. Metal flowers seemed more appropriate, and he snorted inwardly at the wisdom and sagacity, of permitting things to remain rather than sink, wilt, and decay. Trust the younger hordes to find their ways out of melancholy far quicker than the rest of them. “Of course. Any color preferences?”
Taking care to ensure the watery elements of his mother’s lantern were precisely the right shade of blue, his head tilted back up at her acceptance. Metal flowers seemed more appropriate, and he snorted inwardly at the wisdom and sagacity, of permitting things to remain rather than sink, wilt, and decay. Trust the younger hordes to find their ways out of melancholy far quicker than the rest of them. “Of course. Any color preferences?”
what does it mean to look upon a ruin
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
