unburned and alive

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Diligent, patient, and composed, he waited until he’d been given directions, instructions, and adequate levels, before their procedure continued and persisted. He went for a teaspoon’s worth of paste, controlling it well, lofting and then plunking the elements into the water and vial. Tops were sealed thereafter, checked several times to ensure nothing would fly off, and with gloves still on his hands, he grabbed two and began to shake them accordingly. “For how long?” He presumed it would be until the mixtures absorbed and combined into one another, some act of fusion to alleviate any nuances of shifty business – but he’d leave the notions to the expert. Any misgivings remained firmly in the back of his mind, already certain these measures would be a last resort. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace