[PQ] souls of exquisite taste

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Others arrived, hastening a nod from his skull towards Jigano and the other unknown man; seen around, but not wholly known. It didn’t seem to matter anyway, as Hotaru seemed intent on sending him towards the back, and his brow arched significantly at the manner, fervent and eager for him to simply disappear. Perhaps it was nothing. Perhaps it was easier to cast him off, keep him busy. Perhaps there were other things underlying, and the briefest narrowing of his eyes segmented, then he bowed his head again, taking the necessary steps towards the glassblowing area. His gaze took the sanction, stable and secure for the most part, except for the rotted planks she’d mentioned. The monolith rolled up his sleeves, and inspected the wooden portions, looking for signs of decay, and removing the portions no longer capable of withholding any pressure. Some cracked and fissured in his hands, and he implored some gloves on thereafter, avoiding splinters and any other injuries. Once those were removed, his palms glowed in familiar, creating incantations, fitting in new wooden planks in the vacant holes, producing a hammer, some nails, and ensuring everything was secure with strength and precision. Then there was the door – inclining towards its broken existence, testing it once or twice out of amusement and scrutiny, watching its haphazard movements, off-kilter, marred, ruined, and misshapen. He crouched and bent down, aiming to unfasten the hinges, so this too could be replaced. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace