DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Leaving those particular notions aside, other than a barking laugh, he waited for the other emotions to ramble through munitions and circumstances. With the cub happily munching in the background, there was only the spread of thereafter to consider and contemplate, and he wasn’t surprised to hear of any relief, tiredness, or excitement – customary reactions to a new, sudden embarking of one’s soul. “And then you will have his to contend with too,” though judging by the cub’s noises and eating, things would be fine for the moment.
Leaning back against the cupboards too, his eyes drifted upwards, gazing at the ceiling. “No.” Despite his ravenous appetite, once he became focused on a task, especially one contorting through his mind (and certainly not paperwork), he was usually engrossed and occupied until it was complete. “I was drawing more blueprints,” by way of explanation, a start to a modified trebuchet. “What were you thinking?”
Leaning back against the cupboards too, his eyes drifted upwards, gazing at the ceiling. “No.” Despite his ravenous appetite, once he became focused on a task, especially one contorting through his mind (and certainly not paperwork), he was usually engrossed and occupied until it was complete. “I was drawing more blueprints,” by way of explanation, a start to a modified trebuchet. “What were you thinking?”
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
