Observations were keen, and his laughter more so. The alterations taking shape contorted into hues and blends he’d never seen upon the Valkyrie; hazel and inky, pale and distinctly foreign. Save for the need for praise, and he snorted, opting for a put-upon sigh. “I would not have a clue as to who you were,” which wasn’t true – he’d know his loved ones anywhere – but he gave her a wink thereafter for the pretenses.
Which balked at the gods-forsaken hat she brought back upon their agreement. He reached out for it like it was something diseased, holding it outwards and waiting for it to fall apart at the seams. “Hideous,” he countered, putting the sunglasses on so he wouldn’t have to see it anymore. Tying his hair back into a bun, he settled the disturbing portion on his head, shuddering underneath it. Perhaps no one would even dare to think this was Deimos, for he’d never wear such a horrific thing. “Lead on,” was a grimace, face already impassive and slightly pained; a visible pout. “This was supposed to be fun.”
Which balked at the gods-forsaken hat she brought back upon their agreement. He reached out for it like it was something diseased, holding it outwards and waiting for it to fall apart at the seams. “Hideous,” he countered, putting the sunglasses on so he wouldn’t have to see it anymore. Tying his hair back into a bun, he settled the disturbing portion on his head, shuddering underneath it. Perhaps no one would even dare to think this was Deimos, for he’d never wear such a horrific thing. “Lead on,” was a grimace, face already impassive and slightly pained; a visible pout. “This was supposed to be fun.”
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
