DEIMOS
More seeds floated into his palm, and he continued the same actions, roasting, offering, and sharing, content with the flavor of slain vampire gourds. Listening and contemplating, vaguely glancing out over the crest, he watched her from the corner of his eye. “Maybe.” There was an obvious hesitation in the tone, as if he didn’t quite believe himself fully capable. Saying it out loud was one thing, committing to the task was another figment entirely.
As for the difficult thinking? Esteemed leaders? He managed a laugh; he cherished both his friends, but he knew Ru all too well once she got her mind rolling. “Someone has to be the voice of reason,” meant to be a joke; he figured Noah had the sensibility to keep the Valkyrie from flying off on all hinges. And maybe the Sword wasn’t that individual either, considering how many times he’d told her neither Nate or Sunjata were worth her angst, and still went to burn down the guildhouse with her. The temptation towards vehemence and vengeance sometimes altogether too great, even for a sensible, calm mind.
Another laugh as she rounded out the possibilities of his dominion towards fun; arching a brow, shrugging his shoulders. “Perhaps we should have a baking contest.” Clearly not serious, given the Cheshire grin that followed. “I did make Sah an oven. He should put it to some use.” As for fighting and sparing, those mannerisms were already lined up – intending to post new schedules, returns to routines and patrols, once the barracks themselves were refurbished back to his liking. “When you are ready.”
Roasting more seeds, he didn’t quite expect the next inquiry; the grin losing itself, resigning to a more habitual stoicism. “Yes.” His jaw clenched around another proportion, before those semblances flickered away too. “I asked if there was anything else that needed to be done. For now, it only needs to be maintained. Protected.” Which he’d committed to with every fiber of his being.
As for the difficult thinking? Esteemed leaders? He managed a laugh; he cherished both his friends, but he knew Ru all too well once she got her mind rolling. “Someone has to be the voice of reason,” meant to be a joke; he figured Noah had the sensibility to keep the Valkyrie from flying off on all hinges. And maybe the Sword wasn’t that individual either, considering how many times he’d told her neither Nate or Sunjata were worth her angst, and still went to burn down the guildhouse with her. The temptation towards vehemence and vengeance sometimes altogether too great, even for a sensible, calm mind.
Another laugh as she rounded out the possibilities of his dominion towards fun; arching a brow, shrugging his shoulders. “Perhaps we should have a baking contest.” Clearly not serious, given the Cheshire grin that followed. “I did make Sah an oven. He should put it to some use.” As for fighting and sparing, those mannerisms were already lined up – intending to post new schedules, returns to routines and patrols, once the barracks themselves were refurbished back to his liking. “When you are ready.”
Roasting more seeds, he didn’t quite expect the next inquiry; the grin losing itself, resigning to a more habitual stoicism. “Yes.” His jaw clenched around another proportion, before those semblances flickered away too. “I asked if there was anything else that needed to be done. For now, it only needs to be maintained. Protected.” Which he’d committed to with every fiber of his being.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
