Deimos
He granted a small smile in return; hopeful, maybe, that somewhere along the way, all these plans and information would come to fruition. From there, perhaps there’d be things to conquer and supersede, rather than the persistent wallowing or venturing rapaciously into the unknown. “You are welcome,” because she was, even if there were multitudes and regions of space between Alys and Halo now. “I should be heading home, but it was nice to see you.” He meant that too, the smile forming into something minuscule, along the corners of his mouth. “I am certain Evie would appreciate a visit or a letter too.”
From there, he waved, pondering over further circumstances, and keeping multitudes to himself once more.
[FIN]
From there, he waved, pondering over further circumstances, and keeping multitudes to himself once more.
[FIN]
forget stardust - you are iron
And what is iron really - unless it's forged?
And what is iron really - unless it's forged?
