am i running through that mind of yours at all?
i have big ideas for you and me
His welcome is received with a bright smile while she settles in on the couch, gesturing for Deimos to take his pick of the seats available, certain there’s something that’s available for him. She hadn’t seen the canvas’, the paintbrushes, but she supposes it’s probable that Bastien had left some lingering around between his hours spent painting the portrait of the Voice.
She explains her thought process, unable to see his face – how she registers, how she gauges Deimos’ reactions for most things since he doesn’t speak all that much aside from what’s necessary. And while he has such a hardened exterior, she’s gotten quite good at understanding the little things that give away the wheels turning within his mind. Without her sight? She’s mostly clueless. “I hope so.” She offers quietly, uncertain where it would go, hoping it ended up with sight restored.
“How is Kiada?” She asks quietly after a moment, biting down onto her lip. “People were talking about something she had to do over LongNight. Did she go out?” After claiming to be the Harpy’s mother, she certainly kept terrible tabs on her daughter. But she’s sure that Deimos has kept every inch of her aloofness with his own attachment.
She explains her thought process, unable to see his face – how she registers, how she gauges Deimos’ reactions for most things since he doesn’t speak all that much aside from what’s necessary. And while he has such a hardened exterior, she’s gotten quite good at understanding the little things that give away the wheels turning within his mind. Without her sight? She’s mostly clueless. “I hope so.” She offers quietly, uncertain where it would go, hoping it ended up with sight restored.
“How is Kiada?” She asks quietly after a moment, biting down onto her lip. “People were talking about something she had to do over LongNight. Did she go out?” After claiming to be the Harpy’s mother, she certainly kept terrible tabs on her daughter. But she’s sure that Deimos has kept every inch of her aloofness with his own attachment.
i feel lucky, with the worst luck
that i met you when I felt messed up
REXANNA
