Anything can be crushed. Even an idea, even a dream.
The next date he leaves as is, but for the stroke against the glove, a cursory nod to removing any easy layer of dirt. Into his mouth as a date, chewed, and swallowed. No more pretense.
He thinks he doesn't care for it, too sweet, but he's less particular these days. Even if he doesn't like it, he'll eat it. ]
No.
[ Agreed, but without the metal one might expect. Plain as that. ]
But we cannot always control how others perceive us. We might attempt to shift opinion through action, with greater or less success. He chose you, he's chosen you. He sees you as he will.
[ His arm begins to tire. Gaelio debates allowing the rest to fall back to the ground. No. If Mikazuki doesn't want them, he should do the proper thing and contribute to their stores. Collect the rest and carry them to the stock. ]
It might prove troublesome for you.
[ If their revolution fails, the iron flowers will be crushed to dust. Rustal is that sort of man. A thought that fits less well now in Gaelio's palm, scratching against its slot in his mind.
Unless Fate, unless...
Shrugging a knapsack from his shoulder, he unzips it, dumping in the remaining handful. ]
/throws bread at
Anything can be crushed. Even an idea, even a dream.
The next date he leaves as is, but for the stroke against the glove, a cursory nod to removing any easy layer of dirt. Into his mouth as a date, chewed, and swallowed. No more pretense.
He thinks he doesn't care for it, too sweet, but he's less particular these days. Even if he doesn't like it, he'll eat it. ]
No.
[ Agreed, but without the metal one might expect. Plain as that. ]
But we cannot always control how others perceive us. We might attempt to shift opinion through action, with greater or less success. He chose you, he's chosen you. He sees you as he will.
[ His arm begins to tire. Gaelio debates allowing the rest to fall back to the ground. No. If Mikazuki doesn't want them, he should do the proper thing and contribute to their stores. Collect the rest and carry them to the stock. ]
It might prove troublesome for you.
[ If their revolution fails, the iron flowers will be crushed to dust. Rustal is that sort of man. A thought that fits less well now in Gaelio's palm, scratching against its slot in his mind.
Unless Fate, unless...
Shrugging a knapsack from his shoulder, he unzips it, dumping in the remaining handful. ]