better in the morning

Deimos

Despite the lack of food, the peryton wiggled around in her hands, a squirming presence to ensure she scratched at his head and back, insistent on each twist and turn of his lithe frame. While Belial demanded her attention, Deimos turned his entirely upon the tasks, listening as they were rattled off quickly and efficiently. There was some manner of testing there, and he had to wonder about this Dygra, and what limitations were expanded. While he would certainly ensure Kiada’s safety, not everyone could be so inclined.

Nodding at the question, he answered without issue. “Of course.” They had plenty of room, and Evie would enjoy more company gathered around their table. “Which did you want to do first?”

Though grateful others had heard the vocals, the matters at hand didn’t leave him relieved. His brows grew furrowed, stare back down to the floor, then the fire, studying the pathways of flames as he mulled in thought. “I do not like it – how they took power so easily. And what about Sohalia?” A question Kiada wouldn’t be able to answer, but he mused out loud regardless. Young, bold, ready to change and alter the world when she wasn’t distracted – Sohalia had been enough to take down the Abandoned chains and guards, but then what?

what does it mean to look upon a ruin
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.