Deimos
An eventual, quiet evening after a full day of barracks, patrolling, and then the subsequent return home to the comforting atmosphere of family brought him to his favorite spot in the library. No longer armed with a paint brush for the nursery, and Erebos’ room after requesting his own upgrade, Deimos had his desk, machinations, and paper, unfurled before him by various decrees, necessities, and plans, tilting his head every so often as he wrote out alterations and notions, always intent on marching towards a future course. With a quality-of-life upgrade for upcoming seasons, especially when Deepfrost hit, he was partial to remaining true to form; no complacency, no shortcomings, no strides lost for whatever might come their way again.
Discussion had already flickered between he and Evie on this particular subject, even with Erebos occasionally chiming in. All that was needed now were the official designations. Charcoal glided neatly across the page as he dedicated another portion of Longheat to soldiers in training, ensuring each of them would receive the required arrangements for a life defending Halo; poised to remain guarded, safe, and secure.
[FIN]
Discussion had already flickered between he and Evie on this particular subject, even with Erebos occasionally chiming in. All that was needed now were the official designations. Charcoal glided neatly across the page as he dedicated another portion of Longheat to soldiers in training, ensuring each of them would receive the required arrangements for a life defending Halo; poised to remain guarded, safe, and secure.
[FIN]
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
