Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Her lack of response, other than the mischievous air, caused a moment of bristling tendencies – because he had nothing to argue against but her residual stare. Scoffing and mulishly raising his jawline, he eventually gave way to her own silence, and considered himself right on the matter.At least these were tranquil and serene moments – not blistering, not scorching, not unfurling from other seams. Days like these had been somewhat plentiful in acts of restoration, though the Sword always kept a watchful eye upon the Valkyrie. Sometimes it was out of habit and always out of love; appreciating instances where she could have a reprieve.
While he began calculating his next motion into creation, his gaze slipped to the rubies, and the calculations behind upcoming potentials. Leaning back in his chair for a moment, a smirk drew along his features. “Intending to return to old tricks?” Days of Thiefdom, of information, of stealthy procedures and walking amidst the shadows; a cloak and dagger machination.
