Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
Hotaru’s presence was a relief, a balm, an ease of breath; something assuaged in the cataclysm and maelstrom brewing from within. Otherwise, his attention remained on the tasks at hand, anything to barrel onward instead of down, diminishing, swallowed, consumed, and devoured by everything else sinking and clawing into his ribs. Listening, pondering which he’d be better suited for; sadly somewhat of a professional of rock moving as of late, and washing walls wouldn’t be difficult – the barrier option gone within a moment – but perhaps his talents would best lie in the folded cloth, the only one of those gathered capable of flying and launching to those heights.
And he wouldn’t have to stand on Bastien’s shoulders – likely saving them both from potential disaster.
“I can hang this,” he offered, adhering to the task by shifting entirely into his eagle form, talons reaching out to grab at the cloth, and the rope too if need be, before his wings spread, ascending, gliding, and hovering, assailing to the necessary sanction and structure; intending to drape it between houses as a cover, as a protection, as a shield, as directed.
And he wouldn’t have to stand on Bastien’s shoulders – likely saving them both from potential disaster.
“I can hang this,” he offered, adhering to the task by shifting entirely into his eagle form, talons reaching out to grab at the cloth, and the rope too if need be, before his wings spread, ascending, gliding, and hovering, assailing to the necessary sanction and structure; intending to drape it between houses as a cover, as a protection, as a shield, as directed.
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
DEIMOS
