DEIMOS
The seditious snort rallied through instantly at her request, courting his own juvenile tendencies back, front and center. “Then I should be worth about five dozen cookies,” if they were going to be detailing baking matters; both fully aware of his capabilities on delivering such a promise, though perhaps less with Zuriel and more with his own hellhound form. A notion to gather and collect in the back of his mind, if only for rebellious practicalities.
He could feel her glancing his way though, so he glanced once more from the corner of his eye, airing the boyish depths of his smile again. “It has potential. But we have time to think about it.” Amidst all the other plans and machinations, fitting somewhere between schedules of guilds and Warden duties, moments scattered across horizons. A busy, but content, life, even as they pushed themselves into other segments.
The semblances of doing one another’s hair left him far too cheeky, bending down as she leaned in, pressing his mouth to the crown of her crimson hair. “I am not wearing pigtails.”
He could feel her glancing his way though, so he glanced once more from the corner of his eye, airing the boyish depths of his smile again. “It has potential. But we have time to think about it.” Amidst all the other plans and machinations, fitting somewhere between schedules of guilds and Warden duties, moments scattered across horizons. A busy, but content, life, even as they pushed themselves into other segments.
The semblances of doing one another’s hair left him far too cheeky, bending down as she leaned in, pressing his mouth to the crown of her crimson hair. “I am not wearing pigtails.”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
