the moon descends anew, seeking reprieve beneath a cool dark shade alike themselves. the life which grows from slivered light is repellent under the cover of the joint's death walls they'd returned to. red eyes burnish when they regard @molotoved, lower torso still deferred in its recovering from the sea of flames which nearly engulfed him. ❝ now, i know y'don't want to, but you're gonna have t'leave little lisa behind. ❞ it wasn't necessarily a rule not to turn children— before? his threat was just that, a threat— but remmick knew the implications well enough that it was overall a bad idea. ❝ gonna have t'stay away from her, make her believe ya'll'r both dead 'n dust. ❞