better in the morning

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

“I don’t know.” She admits with a casual shrug, eyeing the fries before looking back up at Deimos. “He mentioned he does deliveries there and it would be nice for people to have a place to pray to when visiting.” She says with a small sigh, shifting her weight as her tail starts to wrap around her leg as if in contemplation.

But the Sword doesn’t find it selfish and she releases a soft sigh of relief, nodding as she reaches out to stir the fries again to make sure they don’t burn on one side. “The majority of people there are Ancient. If we want anything we can go see Dygra. We have our own.” Her nose wrinkles a little at the thought of others being around before shrugging a shoulder. “I just don’t want the same thing to happen that happened with the Voice, where people could utilize the old gods shrines there to try and push some other agenda against us. Dygra’s been kind to me and I’ve heard nothing bad of her.” Not like the Voice. And Dygra hadn’t asked her to do anything impossible or terrible.

She didn’t want an old gods shrine in there to give someone a stepping off point to point to the Ancients as villains in the place that was supposed to be their safe haven.

kiada

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