Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Taking a break from his work, his head swung upwards, listening to the description of Flora’s antics, and striving to not see the parallels between mother and daughter, or outright laugh. Personal grudges, connections and leverage, whims and capricious edges – the eyerolling and shrugging, as if Ru was pretending this hadn’t been a chapter in her own life. “Apple does not fall far from the tree,” and all that, he managed to barely muffle, choking down a round of laughter. To be fair, he also enjoyed a fair bit of grudges, pettiness, bitterness, and resentment, but didn’t have any offspring, unless one counted Kiada, to ensure the rancor persisted and continued down the family line. “Will you be helping in her vengeance?”
