Azrael
i wouldn't know where to start
'sweet music' playing 'in the dark'
'sweet music' playing 'in the dark'
What do they do with this indeed. It’s a lot and it needs a whole hell of a lot of work – but they’re confident in Wessex’s ability to help as well as their family who as of late seems to be nothing but helpful people anymore. So they pull out their little sketchbook and their piece of charcoal and a piece of rubber to erase with, before they’re following Wessex to get a line of the perimeter.
“We’d have to clear out the rubble and mark the spots… But that should be doable.” They say as they extend the building out, fixing the support beams where they think they should be, how they might be able to get away with creating an awning of sorts to make the interior that much wider without support beams pressing through it.
When Wessex stops and stands, waiting to see what they have to say about it, they plop unceremoniously to the ground with their legs crossed, the piece of charcoal in hand as they sketch out what Wessex had said in a way that would make it work. “I think… It’ll take a while. But I can make it top priority.” A bright fanged smile leaves them as they look up at her. “Did you… Want a bedroom here? Since you’re the General and the Theskyra house is now the Town Hall?” They ask tentatively, head tilting slightly as dark curls slide across their forehead.
“We’d have to clear out the rubble and mark the spots… But that should be doable.” They say as they extend the building out, fixing the support beams where they think they should be, how they might be able to get away with creating an awning of sorts to make the interior that much wider without support beams pressing through it.
When Wessex stops and stands, waiting to see what they have to say about it, they plop unceremoniously to the ground with their legs crossed, the piece of charcoal in hand as they sketch out what Wessex had said in a way that would make it work. “I think… It’ll take a while. But I can make it top priority.” A bright fanged smile leaves them as they look up at her. “Did you… Want a bedroom here? Since you’re the General and the Theskyra house is now the Town Hall?” They ask tentatively, head tilting slightly as dark curls slide across their forehead.
be still 'my foolish heart'
don't ruin this on me
don't ruin this on me
