DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
He snorted, albeit loudly, and scattered a few people nearby in his amusement. When they scuttled off, he shrugged, finding that it made his meandering down the aisles easier, eyes scouting out where the board books and indestructible portions and pages were. “Maybe she will go mad instead,” he mused; given the situation this lighthouse character was in, it didn’t seem out of the realm of possibility. But it did remind him of something else he wanted to snag…and as they passed by a stack of familiar reading (he’d seen enough of similar covers Evie had stowed all over the house), he made a mental note to return to that section.
Meanwhile, he crouched within the specific row, still managing to be a towering and formidable cretin even as he perused children’s tomes and titles. “Probably need two copies,” one to give to Safrin, one to give to Erebos. “He already has some on ursur…unicorns…frost foxes…,” he murmured quietly, fingers already thumbing through several and placing them back.
Meanwhile, he crouched within the specific row, still managing to be a towering and formidable cretin even as he perused children’s tomes and titles. “Probably need two copies,” one to give to Safrin, one to give to Erebos. “He already has some on ursur…unicorns…frost foxes…,” he murmured quietly, fingers already thumbing through several and placing them back.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
