come out of the shade

Whoa, you let your feet run wild

Time has come as we all go down

The affirmation that he was right sent a surrounding essence of superiority, teasing, and taunting, made entirely in jest, because there’d been few times anyone had ever said such a thing to him. He’d chisel it in the back of his mind for leagues and fathoms, pending circumstances where he’d revert to foolishness and idiocy. His hands maneuvered away from Auni’s head and over to his own chair, pulling it aside, sitting within, fingers busy with portions of left over metal. He said naught more on strength, on much of anything really, knowing full well to delve and lurk in those catacombs again would be an effort of decay and melancholy too – certain she’d be able to conquer no matter what she put her heart and soul into. This had just been one of the first of many steps. The nuances of cycles. The rush of capability and ability. The feeling of success, that he hoped she’d bind herself to, grasp, hold, tether a line, relish in those sentiments and outcomes, so she could rampage towards it again and again.

Upon other notes, he rose from his seat, grabbing hold of whatever snacks were left on the counter – some bread, some scones, proffering them back along the table, slanting the piercing shade of his eyes her way at her innocent inquiry. “Secret.” A devilish smirk thereafter, a diversion of Reaper tendencies still alive and well, occupying and distracting while the cloak and daggers curled and contorted themselves along the entities and vestiges. “What are you up to?”

Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—

Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?

DEIMOS