cover you when the sky comes crashing in
Deimos still remained entirely uncertain over what to do for Darkeye – and given the circumstances, he wasn’t certainly if there was anything. He’d glanced over the letter several times before shrugging his shoulders, permitting moments of advice for later clarity, but letting the intangible forces settle into the returning ink. An invitation to his home would suffice, in those spare moments of free time he had available. Maybe, between the pair of them, clarity would win over the faults, flaws, and errors.
The sliver of time was narrowed and short, so while he waited for the priest, the Sword began preparing for another evening meal – chopping away at several vegetables along the countertop’s cutting board. The rest of the house, though eternally Spartan and weapon-laden, instilled its warmth with the vibrant glow of the hearth, the racing tides of the peryton’s cloven hooves skittering across the wooden floor, or Zuriel content before the fire.
The sliver of time was narrowed and short, so while he waited for the priest, the Sword began preparing for another evening meal – chopping away at several vegetables along the countertop’s cutting board. The rest of the house, though eternally Spartan and weapon-laden, instilled its warmth with the vibrant glow of the hearth, the racing tides of the peryton’s cloven hooves skittering across the wooden floor, or Zuriel content before the fire.
DEIMOS
