Deimos
Deimos was a goal-oriented fixture and figure, but mostly because of the responsibilities settled across his soul. Were he not already ensconced into duties, workaholic tendencies, and soldier traditions, he might’ve found ways to relax, rather than remembering he should. For now though, he’d take these quiet little moments, arranging the feathers to his liking, and then leaning back, casually glancing at Alys’s drawing.
And he wouldn’t judge – because he could remember days of feeling aimless and without something pinpointing him in a true direction. Like when they’d all been pulled and torn into the Hollowed Grounds, taken from homelands and things they knew, with Outlander hissing across Natural tongues. It’d taken some time and venture to reclaim any part of him he’d known or understood, besides the molten platitudes of the past.
So something like a house, or a shop, was all the more intriguing. “Plenty of homes available, unless you want to make your own.” Tilting his head vaguely again, not unlike any of the predators beneath his skin, he contemplated and considered. “Could always attach a shop to it as well. What kind were you thinking of?”
And he wouldn’t judge – because he could remember days of feeling aimless and without something pinpointing him in a true direction. Like when they’d all been pulled and torn into the Hollowed Grounds, taken from homelands and things they knew, with Outlander hissing across Natural tongues. It’d taken some time and venture to reclaim any part of him he’d known or understood, besides the molten platitudes of the past.
So something like a house, or a shop, was all the more intriguing. “Plenty of homes available, unless you want to make your own.” Tilting his head vaguely again, not unlike any of the predators beneath his skin, he contemplated and considered. “Could always attach a shop to it as well. What kind were you thinking of?”
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
