[PQ] souls of exquisite taste

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame An establishment, a purpose, reasoning in the midst of confusion, chaos, and the beckoning unknown – a natural balance one could sink into when everything else seemed to go up in flames; he wasn’t surprised or shocked Hotaru had managed to find some sort of reckoning and calling. Her days along the Basin had been much the same; duplicity, deceit, wit, sagacity, and speciousness a skill, a talent, possessed, seized, and utilized efficiently. The monolith had little doubt she’d succeed in these processes, efforts, and endeavors too, and as the day reached its decided figments and fragments, he took his bag of holding in hand, then rested it over his shoulder, in case of any tools needed, required, for the upcoming enterprises, and began marching down pathways. The freedom and liberation in his bones made the stalking movements less restless, more directed and resolute, arriving at the forefront of the future shop with a drifting gaze, surveying the possibilities, the trials, and the tribulations. Over a year before, he’d begun assisting in the very same efforts with other destined merchants, and an enigmatic sort of nostalgia hit him in the chest. His brows furrowed for a moment, then he shook his head, snorting the nuances away; maneuvering within the beckoning framework, reticent features giving way to friends and comrades in the form of a cheeky smile. “What first?” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace