Deimos
suns for bones and constellations for eyes
“Could be amusing,” he shrugged; prone to destruction and ruin when he saw fit. Peeling away an entire roof would take time, especially when done correctly, and the additional proportions of it would ensure labor well into the following season. But at least there other plans and measures capable of being put in place; available spaces for living while they carved another niche into impending lifestyles. No staying at the Palace, no bunking in the barracks. “We can probably put up with Zuriel’s mood about it for a little while.”His brows furrowed slightly as he dragged the sled along, before arching at her inclination for more windows. Thoughts of additional fireplaces raked his mind, how many heating sources they’d have to arrange. “It might be feasible.” All these discussions made his hands itch to diagram and draw out the arrangements, give them more than just ruminations. Pulling them closer to their current home, with all its necessities for the moment, he maneuvered the vessel into its makeshift corner near the corner. Ever the reasonable and pragmatic individual, he began to remove his gloves, opening the door to let them enter. “We should sketch it out,” before the ideas became too difficult or grandiose.
