[PQ] souls of exquisite taste

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Despite Hotaru’s silent communications, he worked along the back in the throes of hushed motions all the same. His reticent features, barely even a furrowed brow, were now reserved for the task ahead, for no sooner had he glanced at the hinges, then he realized even the structure of the frame was rotting away, peeling away in to earthen layers of decay. The mountain’s eyes glanced along the rest of the door frame, ascertaining the damage, how much he’d have to break apart, measurements required for ascertaining certain fronts. Scrupulous, meticulous, and eternally detailed in his work, he put gloves back on, and tore apart the boards, the framework, used to destruction, distortion, and ruin – placing the remnants down on the floor or extending them to Jigano if he wanted to use more of them again – they held little use for anything else. Thereafter, he began creating more planks and the etching of the framework, hinges already taken off the other, broken fringes, palms glowing, ensuring his machinations were correct, and upheld, before he utilized the hammer once again, aptitude, brawn, and vitriol behind the actions. With his thorough, attentive intentions, the replacements should’ve held. Thereafter, the General worked on attaching the hinges back where they belonged, and started on the door as well. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace