Deimos
Plans were part of his daily routine, a structure he found comforting and reassuring, despite circumstances that led to those points, or notions thereafter. It was an arrangement of calculations that didn’t always have to hold steadfast in malicious or vehement boundaries; but to be cast in simplicity, in building, rather than annihilating and tearing worlds apart. “You are welcome,” he nodded again, ensuring that he meant it, eyes flickering to the sketch, waiting for her to be finalized with those ramparts and lanterns too.
Though his gaze went back to hers, and he muffled a snort; never pondering or considering Alys to be anything of the impulsive type. There were certainly friends and family of his who craved for the knee-jerk and emboldened reactions to set them alight; but the Seer didn’t strike him as such an individual. “Nothing wrong with that,” biding, waiting, until an opportunity was right. “Just as long as you do not waste chances.”
Though his gaze went back to hers, and he muffled a snort; never pondering or considering Alys to be anything of the impulsive type. There were certainly friends and family of his who craved for the knee-jerk and emboldened reactions to set them alight; but the Seer didn’t strike him as such an individual. “Nothing wrong with that,” biding, waiting, until an opportunity was right. “Just as long as you do not waste chances.”
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
