Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
Maybe later, he would notice the power and precision, the might and violence, the craving and yearning of vehemence in the armament. For now, he can only nod, granting delirium and lunacy and not much else as he took it within his hands – mind attempting to conjure a means of hiding it, of where no one else’s palms could rest upon its existence, where it would remain until he needed it for LongNight, or any other ridiculous venture.
“Thank you,” he chiseled and rumbled, a wave cast from one hand as the other allowed the blade to rest within his belt, amongst the many other assorted weapons. His eyes looked upon her again, but didn’t really see, didn’t really know, didn’t really acknowledge, stumbling out the way he’d come, gaze upon the ground.
{FIN}
“Thank you,” he chiseled and rumbled, a wave cast from one hand as the other allowed the blade to rest within his belt, amongst the many other assorted weapons. His eyes looked upon her again, but didn’t really see, didn’t really know, didn’t really acknowledge, stumbling out the way he’d come, gaze upon the ground.
{FIN}
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
DEIMOS
