I carried my own ashes to the mountains
He didn’t answer immediately, letting the silence take root and hold within the span of time and space. Sometimes all the only moments required were ones of thought, probability, and practicality, the usefulness exposed, or the potential stretched. As she mulled, he persisted in his creation attempts, the gilded glow flickering across his palms, until the newfound hinges emerged. The Warden gave them a firm pat of his hand, before withdrawing from his crouch once more, and headed back over to the gate left to rest, certain this would have put an end to the repairs – for today.
As the stranger ultimately came to a decision, his brow arched, glancing at her over his shoulder. Curiosity invoked, his head tilted again, looking very much like the predators instilled within his blood. “Such as?” He paused, only swinging his gaze back to the metal. “To make them content? To frighten them?” Or a myriad of other reasons and notions – simply for the sake of it all?
As the stranger ultimately came to a decision, his brow arched, glancing at her over his shoulder. Curiosity invoked, his head tilted again, looking very much like the predators instilled within his blood. “Such as?” He paused, only swinging his gaze back to the metal. “To make them content? To frighten them?” Or a myriad of other reasons and notions – simply for the sake of it all?
DEIMOS
