DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
He really tried not to laugh, his mouth contorting into something very muffled and strangled the moment she became sputtering. Gone was the consternation, or the brief vexation that she’d had him immensely worried, and in its place was smug scrutiny, and the juxtaposition of inquiry. If he were the merciful type, he might’ve let her off easy with explanations and clarifications, but there was some amusement in permitting her to struggle for a moment while he gazed over the feline. “A companion,” he uttered thereafter, with a Cheshire quirk to his brow and grin, holding out his hands in case she wanted a moment to breathe, and would gladly take the youth into his arms.
Hello little one he echoed in turn to the feline child, studying it for a few moments, trying to hazard a guess as to what she’d ended up claiming. Tide jaguar, maybe, but he hadn’t seen any on his own – just from the outlines and sketches amidst the piles of books within the guild. The picture of calm and stoicism, besides the obvious juvenility already wearing through, his rumble echoed again across their threshold. “How did you find him?”
Hello little one he echoed in turn to the feline child, studying it for a few moments, trying to hazard a guess as to what she’d ended up claiming. Tide jaguar, maybe, but he hadn’t seen any on his own – just from the outlines and sketches amidst the piles of books within the guild. The picture of calm and stoicism, besides the obvious juvenility already wearing through, his rumble echoed again across their threshold. “How did you find him?”
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
