who we are and all that we're trying to be
Machinations and calculations rendered themselves back to fruition – plans upon plans swarming through his mind. Too many years spent scheming, aspiring, and damning had leant him more a Machiavellian ilk towards potent, potential consequences, and with a maneuver already in the works, he wanted to instill defensive lines before a potential storm. If his twofold measures could be conjured, then perhaps there’d be benefits for LongNight and other ministrations from thereon.
No need for council member input any longer (or shackles or a mobile cage) his skull a whirl of probabilities and possibilities, marching his way towards the favored shrine with intended purpose. No ease of pace, no leisurely stroll, no listless motions, placing his gift: this time a singular, black metallic star, holes in the middle to hold a flame, little light seeping through its edges as dusk approached, he breathed in. On his exhale, he spoke towards the heralded sanction. “Safrin, I have an idea for LongNight.” And other things was left unsaid, but intermingled in the webs of his scrupulous designs.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
