after fury
what do you do
His brow arched at her light humph, somewhat bemused, and then pondered over the rest of the pursuits. Eyes roamed back towards the box, noting it was nearly full, but remaining uncertain over what else to place within. Perhaps Aisha understood his predicament, because soon after there was a hint of liberation, a rescue line thrown out to his wake. “A mobile,” he repeated, furrowing his brow, uncertain at first he’d ever seen one until she continued with a description. A shrug to his shoulders indicated he’d at least give it a shot – hands forming the base, a wooden frame contorting through the ether, and soon resting on the table. Thereafter came the hanging devices, softened, plush-looking adornments and ornaments, stuffed with mossy conjectures and stitched by invisible notions, conforming to the pictures, the images in his head. There were several little paintbrushes, and then bright suns, illustrious moons, Penumbra incantations, and a small, feral looking dagger along one of the corners (meant to represent Rexanna in her Thief days). He held it aloft for her to inspect, a tilt of his head amidst the trinkets and baubles. “Like this?” Then the General placed it back down on the table, wondering if there was anything else to be added, waiting for her input. “What else have you been up to?” Curiosity and intrigue, piercing gaze lifted to Aisha; inquiring over and beyond buckets of paint, or instilled trainings.
with the remains?
DEIMOS
