DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
Worse rulers highlighted on in particular, stuck and stark in their minds for eternities. His nose wrinkled on the residual memories, sharp no matter how many years had been put in between. “Doubtful he will be like Zariah,” and so he shrugged his shoulders, leaving the notions at that.
He should’ve expected her, but still snorted when her footsteps were quick and light over the floors; no longer thinking about reigning from blankets. He’d barely had enough time to remove his belt before she was following, in between doorways, and building upon enticements, lures, and teasing, the Sword proceeded in removing his pants. Persistent in the conversation, despite the stripping and divesting of clothing, he recalled the letter he’d set aside, pondering over how they should respond to it now. “Should I tell him in another season then?” For all intents and purposes, there’d been motivations and aspirations to give it a timely facet; but then there’d been other scales, plots, and momentums occurring. It had gone, perhaps foolishly, by the wayside.
Snagging at a clean towel from the closet, and breezily snaking off his boxers as well, he continued down the hall, tossing a glance over his shoulder. “Agreed,” before the rumble echoed along the bathroom walls.
He should’ve expected her, but still snorted when her footsteps were quick and light over the floors; no longer thinking about reigning from blankets. He’d barely had enough time to remove his belt before she was following, in between doorways, and building upon enticements, lures, and teasing, the Sword proceeded in removing his pants. Persistent in the conversation, despite the stripping and divesting of clothing, he recalled the letter he’d set aside, pondering over how they should respond to it now. “Should I tell him in another season then?” For all intents and purposes, there’d been motivations and aspirations to give it a timely facet; but then there’d been other scales, plots, and momentums occurring. It had gone, perhaps foolishly, by the wayside.
Snagging at a clean towel from the closet, and breezily snaking off his boxers as well, he continued down the hall, tossing a glance over his shoulder. “Agreed,” before the rumble echoed along the bathroom walls.
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
