In my stomach is butterflies

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame He gave another smile at the indication of meeting Evie, nodding his head. “She runs the Academy too,” jaw jutting and gesturing in the direction of the massive building. Uncertain if that was something Elizabeth would be interested in, he still left it up in the air, and then continued placing the logs in bundles upon the steps. The next inquiry was far easier to answer, and he quirked another grin back at the family’s door. “Havershams. They run one of the bakeries. Older couple, very kind.” Halo went hand in hand with support; such individuals made up the community, with their endless work ethic extending to the rest of the population – so Deimos always intended on doing his part and ensuring they were comfortable. Walking back to the sled, once they’d dropped off the rest of the intended parcels, his head tilted vaguely. “They make wonderful pies.” Waiting for another segment of questions sure to follow, he began dragging the sled again, to the last portion of this particular route. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace