Noctisardor Bypass the voodoo engine

sorry for any drabble! writing after awhile is hard ;___;

in the fissures of boulder were congregation of serpents. they were disappointing: they could be slighted if approached methodically, and overall appeared drowsy. astraeus takes away from their slow, ribbon-like movements across impervious surfaces are an aesthetic comfort. 
he considers himself to a likeness of a snake.

in sagtannet breathed with oddball faces that had came and gone; the rocks had become a place of infatuation and rumination for thoughts adjacent to: i wonder if quail is as good as it is hyped up to be —or— i wonder if she knows it's her fault i turned out this way.

while in an forest which he found haunted and cold of their borders, an unanticipated call shivered the ghost-birds from their knotholes. a boy with a rigid-looking girl stand in wait aft he finds the call's source. a sweeping study of them both accompanied condemning air,
a twitch of his corroded seaglass-eye.