Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Ru’s assessment was all he needed, but he inclined his head anyway, watching her perusal and study. Content that her nature seemed at ease, for the moment, he permitted the length of their conversation to meander away from any broken sentiments, and to the notions at hand. Mockingly offended with a brief snort, scoff, and grunt of surprise at the statement of plenty of weapons, the belt portions seemed to reel around his cranium more so now too. “You can never have too many weapons,” came along thereafter, wrinkling his nose as he applied to more of the sketching and belt design. Simplistic, for his own tastes.With already one pendant dangling around his neck, usually tucked against his chest for any sudden lies, and a bracelet potentially getting in the way, he settled more into the former notions. “A belt then.” Outlining a few more brushstrokes of charcoal amidst the designs, his gaze eventually meandered back to her. “And what about yours?” An inquiry meant to draw out her own particulars and statements – presuming some height of fashion piece to accommodate the Valkyrie’s presence.
