better in the morning

i am made of bullets; shrapnel /// you are solar flares and soft lips
better creatures could love you i know ///

She wouldn’t complain with the idea of visiting Remi and Ronin – after all, it had been a long time since any of them had likely felt up for visitors. Herself included. Especially given the fact that she’d also been a bit of a hermit forever ago, until she’d wandered out as an Ancient, aiming to start over her life again.

Cutting the potatoes into a fry form, she does drop them into the skillet that Deimos offers, flashing an amused grin his way and the duck of her head in agreement. “I know.” She murmurs softly. “I’m hoping with the upgrade from her that I can visit more often.” She can never live in the cold climate anymore, but, at least she was living. Actually living, instead of the hollow shell of being an Ascended.

She nearly stills the second she hears that they took her advice, and when the name Erebos leaves his lips she bounces on her heels a little with a bright grin. “That’s the one I was thinking of!” She chimes quite happily, leaning over to bump his shoulder lightly with her own, before she chimes a laugh and nods. “That makes sense. Do you have a preference?” She asks curiously – whether or not he was partial to one over the others.

kiada

/// but now they'll have to get through me
my love should wear a warning sign, damn right i remember you