Deimos
With understanding parsing through with little fanfare or argument, the semblances became settled. From there, the Sword could work silently, concentrating on the articles of fabric for himself, then the Sentinel – passing them over as soon as each was concocted and made for Noah’s work.
For his own, he stitched and molded, carefully arranged portions that he’d contorted in his mind’s eye, and then paper, and for however long it took, the two could work their way through needles and threads. Not unlike wounds stitched and sewn back together, they applied their best efforts to ensure they’d be fitted for something at the impending ball, eventually finishing under the fine art of tundra ambivalence.
{FIN}
For his own, he stitched and molded, carefully arranged portions that he’d contorted in his mind’s eye, and then paper, and for however long it took, the two could work their way through needles and threads. Not unlike wounds stitched and sewn back together, they applied their best efforts to ensure they’d be fitted for something at the impending ball, eventually finishing under the fine art of tundra ambivalence.
{FIN}
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
