and the sky was littered with the corpses of stars
There are many new strangers to them, but they do spy a smile aimed at them from The question aimed at them from Mabel pulls them from the trance they’ve put themself into and their head lifts to let their dark gaze scan over her face with a soft smile. “A ball of some sort… Out of clay I thought. It’ll harden and then I can paint it! But… I’m just not sure what kind of design to do.” They look back down, brows furrowing as they peer at the bauble.
They really would like to make smooth curved lines, but every time they try it ends up straight. So they decide to pick up their tool again and make patterns instead. Some in the shape of stars and sparks of light, and some smoother lines. “What are you going to paint?” They ask, looking up from their project to flash a fanged smile at the other Ascended.
this one night, i saw a million lightyears pass
Azrael