#walkandstrider

{ 👑 } FOR THE FIRST TIME IN WHAT feels like forever, he feels at peace where he sits. The garden is kind, loving, if the presence of plants and shrubs could provide such a simulation —- and it MUST be, for he's nodding off, eyelids drooping and his chest exhaling airy snores. A heaviness has been lifted from his shoulders, yet his body feels still — like stone. A great distance is sought by dark eyes, an UNOBTAINABLE image in his sights.

❝IS THIS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE to be calm? To want for nothing?❞ He muses aloud. ❝I'm a lazy man, but I CONFESS, this is — too peaceful, even for me.❞

“What do you want from me?” She has her... fidget spinners ready to be thrown even with cumbersome weight. Maybe she’d just grab a stick to use it as a tantou.

                ❝   I’m not an expert,   ❞   AELIN   drawls, prefacing with a slight raise of the hand. She allows a pregnant pause, continuing to watch people --- designated ‘NPCs,’ an accepted term that seems to mean ‘those that were randomly generated here,’ as well as those that were randomly kidnapped here... Both groups were lining up, waiting patiently to --- er... Pour water ? On the exact spot from which that ugly monstrosity ( and, granted, an impressive tree ) had emerged in the latest near-apocalypse. 

                ❝   But I’m quite sure there’s such a thing as  TOO MUCH  water. Shouldn’t someone tell them ?   ❞

{ 👑 } ❝THAT'S NOT VERY POLITE!❞ HE MOCKS, voice sulking in a low voice as arms cross over slouching profile. Still, despite CHILDISH remark, expression of guilt, brief and fleeting it may be, crosses over dark features, and however strongly insolence burns over the coals of his heart, he knows —- he's in the wrong. Damn it.

schematics can only do so much. liquid isn’t much of a draftsman himself, either, which makes for a bit of a messy work station when he feels up to the frustration that comes with sketching out his own blueprints.

not that he can do very much at all with anything like what he mocks up. it’s very clear that no metal gear will walk these streets - not unless whoever lords over them is generous like they had been with that woman in the beginning. regardless, liquid blinks out of his reverie and stares down the beaten up old car in this abandoned lot he’s found.