unburned and alive

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame If he was bothered by her stare, the beast certainly didn’t show it – adopting and adapting to his residual pose of reticence and solemnity, tilting his head vaguely, and then lowering his eyes entirely to fixate on stirring the concoctions. The less he said or uttered about his motives, the better; and then less individuals would be implicated in his schemes. Thereafter, he watched as she pulled out another notebook, deciding to flip through his parchments as well, for a blank canvas in which to assemble and take more directives. Mushrooms; with a time frame in which they settled. It could be an alternative to other plans, and he wrote all of this out for later perusal. “Do you use them in a similar way to the poppy?” For crafting purposes? What was required, and necessary, besides the flora itself? master of nothing place; of recoil and grace