Deimos
Fiddling again with the ends of his lantern, his gaze went towards her end of the parchment, intent on seeing the design. “How is it coming along?” But the inquiry thereafter gave him enough pause to cease movement with his fingers; stopping entirely once he had a moment of reflection. “That is up to you. It is relatively quiet. Not unlike any normal day within Deepfrost,” save for the lack of sun. Anyone could still travel, work within the Citadel, linger along their safe and tidy threshold.
Of course, that didn’t mean it had always been that way, and he cast his glance elsewhere, staring across the deck platform and beyond. “Much better than what the Hollowed Grounds used to be.” Full of monsters, demons, torture, and horrible memories meant to scar and bludgeon for generations – enough so that Deimos was always a little more tense, despite the years that had gone by.
Of course, that didn’t mean it had always been that way, and he cast his glance elsewhere, staring across the deck platform and beyond. “Much better than what the Hollowed Grounds used to be.” Full of monsters, demons, torture, and horrible memories meant to scar and bludgeon for generations – enough so that Deimos was always a little more tense, despite the years that had gone by.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
