and the sky was littered with the corpses of stars
The sketches are handed over, a sheet of paper that their eyes are immediately drawn to – the rest of the conversation long forgotten by the time their eyes rove over the drawings and the question marks. And really, it’s a brilliantly beautiful idea, one that has a bright smile lingering on Azrael’s lips, one where they could be of use for this. Something that called to them and really sparked that mind of theirs.They find the question marks, thinking it over, taking another sheet of paper to write notes upon, and quickly snipes a pencil from Deimos’ desk while the adults talk over plans. On their notes, they create a quick little re-render of the bridge, edging it out with metal constructs, perhaps wondering if the fires that always stayed lit in Halo might benefit being under the edges of the bridge to heat away the ice.
After a moment, they chew on their lower lip, moving onto the roof now as they focus on the question marks left behind. They scrawl a quick little “metal” into it, adding a small sloped roof on the top that edges in an apex so the snow would have no place to pile up but to simply fall off the sides.
this one night, i saw a million lightyears pass
Azrael
