DEIMOS
The Sword fought off the insatiable urge to elbow her out of his seditious, rebellious nature, opting to bump her in return with the larger breadth of his shoulders and biceps. He didn’t reign in the inevitable eyeroll accompanying the Outlander statement, and even without the airs, he could imagine them just the same. Thereafter though, he listened, of showcasing kills, of baking, of skills to show off to family and friends. He grinned though, wry and juvenile, imagining Halo counterparts. “Do you want me to bring you an ursur?” He’d mauled enough of them. “Or a frost giant?”
Elaborate hairstyles, in-laws (which neither of them had directly, unless he could count Kiada and Ru, and that came with its own chaos), and chatter amidst advice and confidants could be appealing, and he lifted his eyes back to the scenery, attempting to track Belial’s movements again. “The glow stones sound similar to how the lanterns were lined along the Sea of Glass,” he mused, pondering. Perhaps they were getting ahead of themselves in the whole of machinations, but the monolith appreciated the notions anyway. “Would you want those things? Or should we make our own traditions?"
Elaborate hairstyles, in-laws (which neither of them had directly, unless he could count Kiada and Ru, and that came with its own chaos), and chatter amidst advice and confidants could be appealing, and he lifted his eyes back to the scenery, attempting to track Belial’s movements again. “The glow stones sound similar to how the lanterns were lined along the Sea of Glass,” he mused, pondering. Perhaps they were getting ahead of themselves in the whole of machinations, but the monolith appreciated the notions anyway. “Would you want those things? Or should we make our own traditions?"
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
