DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Kiada was a grounding fixture, though he didn’t want to rely on her for such measures. A long sigh flowed through his chest again, gaze sweeping over the kiosks, landing and pinpointing on the boat one she’d described. “We can try it. I still need to find quite a few things.” But perhaps it would lend and blend ideas, or he could make an easier purchase. For gifts, he liked to make his own, but for other notions he wouldn’t mind something else rendered for once.
Striving to keep his mind occupied and away from the visuals currently bombarding his cranium, his narrowed eyes continued winding along as their steps narrowed to portions of the bustled crowd, and he steered them toward a sidewalk. “Did the Grounds start something new? Danta mentioned a portal to the Climb,” during the aforementioned meeting – in between pretenses and farces.
Striving to keep his mind occupied and away from the visuals currently bombarding his cranium, his narrowed eyes continued winding along as their steps narrowed to portions of the bustled crowd, and he steered them toward a sidewalk. “Did the Grounds start something new? Danta mentioned a portal to the Climb,” during the aforementioned meeting – in between pretenses and farces.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
