It's taken a lifetime to lose my way
All the wasted time on my hands turns to sand
An familiar arch to his brow followed at the mere notion of going after a speaking squirrel with an eye in its grubby little claws, but perhaps there’d been worse ideas, worse notions. A boggart appearing, likely from the depths of the Labyrinth was a consideration too – uncertain if he’d ever come across one. Taking it down, as a visual image of Sunjata, sounded somewhat satisfying, but he made no mention of it, listening instead to the proud lilt of her voice, to the ricocheting across the caves, and back into the expanse of the ivory world.
Within this fold, Belial was highlighted against the backdrop – stark, with his blackened wings and Stygian form – but Deimos was wholly occupied by the story, and introductions could wait. “Lost someone?” The monolith fought off the routine, residual wave of apprehension; pondering over the names Morgan had already given, wondering if they were simply one and the same. Or these were groupings, matched assemblages or different parameters, tied together only by this bizarre decision made by their indignant Queen.
Then there were shifts upon shifts, actions upon actions, and he muffled a laugh. The ending note though gave him pause, a tilt of his head, angling his eyes back to her. “So how was it defeated?”
Within this fold, Belial was highlighted against the backdrop – stark, with his blackened wings and Stygian form – but Deimos was wholly occupied by the story, and introductions could wait. “Lost someone?” The monolith fought off the routine, residual wave of apprehension; pondering over the names Morgan had already given, wondering if they were simply one and the same. Or these were groupings, matched assemblages or different parameters, tied together only by this bizarre decision made by their indignant Queen.
Then there were shifts upon shifts, actions upon actions, and he muffled a laugh. The ending note though gave him pause, a tilt of his head, angling his eyes back to her. “So how was it defeated?”
I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
