look upon a ruin

Deimos He might’ve been hoping for the youth to simply be bored enough to flee the scene – leaf discussion wasn’t a worthwhile experience for everyone – but it seemed to have the opposite effect. Ebullience and excitement followed instead, and Deimos had to reel in the natural instinct to fetter right back into the shadows. The questions were some he’d already answered other friends and companions, but to anoint them upon a stranger felt somewhat daunting or problematic; tempted once more to shift away from the scene; reserve drawn up, walls threatening to heighten. He wasn’t even sure where to start. Biding his time, the General’s hands sifted through a variety of fronds and leaflets curling along some brush, Zuriel eyeing the entire scene nearby, an enigmatic dash of humor coiling its way through their connection. He thought about rolling his eyes in her direction, but she would’ve already sensed his mood. “I need one almost midway through decomposing,” came on a rumble, his gaze not lifting from the verdant growth. “I asked her for help in healing someone.” Amalia was more than someone, but he kept everything as hidden and tucked away as he could, when peering too deep into the unknown. However, Kai seemed either not to care about any of the latter; since he was already embarking along the ground anyway. His findings were quick, like the sun, and the Sword had to admit the brightness, the hues, were like incandescent rays. “Yes,” nodding, tilting his head a fraction while he calculated. “Can you find one similar, but still with a tinge of green?” As if its life was slowly being eclipsed by the vivid blends, by the march of time and derision. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime