Deimos
suns for bones and constellations for eyes
There was a snort following her answer from the other room. “Yes. You can keep your reading far from mine,” simply to see if he could get a rise out of her, indicated by the dimples in his cheeks, if she sought any expressions. From there, he continued to sketch the outlines, waiting for additional input before casting more significant lines. “What do you think?” Leaning back against the chair, allowing her to offer a critical eye. They were goals and aspirations to be certain, but something tangible, rather than the fanciful whims they might’ve been hours before.As for the lugging things around, his brow arched, as if mildly disappointed by her statement. “Could make it easier with Air and Earth magic,” and he wrinkled his nose, a low grumble in his chest in the pretenses of annoyance – imagining even that could be still irritating, given necessities in pivoting things around stairs. Maybe he could just widen the area and call it good.
