DEIMOS
Tooth taken with more options gleaned and gone, the Sword nodded towards the forger in more gratitude and departure, before they left, angled precariously beyond the confining Hall or the comfortable Barracks. His brow arched in return, not missing the mischief, pondering if this was to further his interest in whatever plans lay waiting. “Depends on what it is,” because if there were plots to trick him into paperwork, then it would be swiftly denied. Deimos could always find something else to do than be stuffed away in an office, immediately looking for the nearest exit. And perhaps there was a tease in his tones too, for while trust and faith had always been extended to Evie, the modicum of devilry and shenanigans also laid in the roots and foundations of their relationship. Uncertainty and ploys could very well be something innocent, or completely entangled, knotted, complex and seditious.
You aren't afraid of throwing yourself
in the path of danger
but you're terrified of letting anyone in
