DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
It was a rare occasion when Deimos was the one who said more, but either his speech had moved her to thought or nothing at all. Snorting, listening to that noise ricochet off the walls too, the juvenile aspects returned, rather than any wisdom or lecturing tendency. Beginning to rotate several stones scattered around the floor, until they rose along the air and spiraled at his discretion (much to Belial’s delight), a boyish grin lit up his features once more. Intentions to taunt and tease were clear, with some notion of machinations contorting around the sentiments – old habits died hard, even after multiple lifetimes. “No urgency towards politics for yourself?” He'd have much in agreement, despite how many times he’d wandered into its space and threads.Unite and spread the heart apart
