DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
To his credit, Deimos wasn’t one for loud, drunken parties either – just been around the caterwauling along the beach as he waited out portions of exile. He tended to favor small amusements with friends and loved ones, rather than catering to a large, public crowd. So he gave a wry grin at the wrinkling of her nose, letting those notions go and flee into the cavern air.His brows arched at her long list of reasons – and how quickly she’d settled into a routine amidst Halo. “So you are busy,” and he laughed once more, because that was his usual excuse too; and the habit was one he’d never truly broken. “It is difficult to make time for those opportunities.” For some believed it wasn’t worth it, the luxury too grand and the weight too great, but the Sword, once the Reaper, had known exactly what it meant to work one’s self straight into the ground. His head tilted, striving to align with all the therapeutic advice he’d been granted over the years. “But, as many remind me, still important to do so.”
Unite and spread the heart apart
