These beautiful things that we've got

i am made of bullets; shrapnel /// you are solar flares and soft lips
better creatures could love you i know ///

She nibbles from the cookie and listens as Maea says that she’ll ask about it, nodding about the report – unsure of whether it would be a Grounds thing or an overall thing, knowing that Deimos had started on one. As for experiments, she’s contemplative as she cocks her head lightly, thinking over where such experiments could go.

Truthfully, the further from them the better, in her opinion.

“The Spire should work. I’m pretty sure nobody is using it now.” And rightfully so, after all. The thought of it gives her a light shiver, hating the inside of that obsidian monstrosity and the reminder it brings of being Ascended. But that’s neither here nor there. “Stormbreak sells very nice cages of all different kinds if we don’t have anything up to par here that you’re looking for.” The cage the dread raven is currently residing in is one such item, one that has done well to restrain the awful feathered beast.

kiada

/// but now they'll have to get through me
my love should wear a warning sign, damn right i remember you