Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
The luxere continued to come to life in varying degrees, and eventually the slots formed and fit within together, designed to be taken away, piece by piece, segment by segment, until amusements had been wrought and then tethered to something else. He considered the little thing in his hands, before placing it off to the side, maneuvering it down the table for Bastien to inspect.
The notions of a dragon might ordinarily make him snarl, for all the experiences immersed from the flying lizards. Instead of harking back to the ivory beast laden in Halo caves, he opted for a smaller cretin, much like companions, beginning on segments of the tail, and then wings, as Bastien spoke. “I did, for a little while.” Before Rexanna went away and took her children with her, before he died and perished, only to find her here, again, after so many years. “She was always very bold. Reminded me of fire.” The small smile returned as his eyes went away from the artist, and back to the dragonling proportions. “Was never going to let the world stop her from anything.” Save for now; when it’d all been a bit too much.
The inquiry over Rexanna’s memorial seemed to take a different track – Deimos had presumed Bastien would already have it in the works. The comprehension of why he waited made sense though; and perhaps it would always feel raw, choking, gnawing, fresh, stinging, all-consuming. There was the child to consider too. He didn’t sigh, but lodged it within his chest, a rugged nod following on the inquiry, gaze settling back on the Ascended. “Please.” Then his eyes fell again, back to the second toy, another note ending, quieter. “If you will allow it.”
The notions of a dragon might ordinarily make him snarl, for all the experiences immersed from the flying lizards. Instead of harking back to the ivory beast laden in Halo caves, he opted for a smaller cretin, much like companions, beginning on segments of the tail, and then wings, as Bastien spoke. “I did, for a little while.” Before Rexanna went away and took her children with her, before he died and perished, only to find her here, again, after so many years. “She was always very bold. Reminded me of fire.” The small smile returned as his eyes went away from the artist, and back to the dragonling proportions. “Was never going to let the world stop her from anything.” Save for now; when it’d all been a bit too much.
The inquiry over Rexanna’s memorial seemed to take a different track – Deimos had presumed Bastien would already have it in the works. The comprehension of why he waited made sense though; and perhaps it would always feel raw, choking, gnawing, fresh, stinging, all-consuming. There was the child to consider too. He didn’t sigh, but lodged it within his chest, a rugged nod following on the inquiry, gaze settling back on the Ascended. “Please.” Then his eyes fell again, back to the second toy, another note ending, quieter. “If you will allow it.”
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
DEIMOS
