cover you when the sky comes crashing in
The crook of his smile returned as Darkeye found the tooth – rendered in pieces. Whether or not the snicker had something to do with his own amusements at ranges of power, at the disbelief in the warpriest, or any other combination remained unsaid. The Sword tilted his head, content to watch for the moment, before the arch of his brow followed suit. “Do you need anything else?” Everything that’d been promised, foretold, loomed large and close, like a hovering, harboring noose, and any time they had left was surely dwindling – especially if this was for the cleric’s quest. Racing to the finish line seemed all the more overwhelming.
DEIMOS
