Deimos
His eyes went instantly to the design, scrutinizing and calculating no matter the subject; but bemused when he finally saw it, allowing another small smile. “I think it will work,” with the lightest of teases and a wrinkle to his nose to indicate the minor taunt, before beginning to cast the incantations between his hands again. The lantern was brought to life segments and seconds later, cast within his mind and then throughout the gilded works of his enchantments; conforming to the lantern’s outline, shape, and then the snowflake accents cut along the slits; where beams of light would eventually land.
Thereafter, he passed it over to her, listening simultaneously while awaiting her judgment. That she had lost some didn’t surprise him; it seemed to be a commonality between Grounders. Staying inside had been difficult for them too – restless, yearning, striving, trying to alleviate the torturous aches around them, and somehow making it all worse. He’d know – he’d craved to do the same and ultimately ended up harming. “I am sorry for your losses. We lost quite a few in our experiences too,” a quiet understanding, for beings caught amidst the Voice’s threshold and all her monsters. “May this time be better.”
Thereafter, he passed it over to her, listening simultaneously while awaiting her judgment. That she had lost some didn’t surprise him; it seemed to be a commonality between Grounders. Staying inside had been difficult for them too – restless, yearning, striving, trying to alleviate the torturous aches around them, and somehow making it all worse. He’d know – he’d craved to do the same and ultimately ended up harming. “I am sorry for your losses. We lost quite a few in our experiences too,” a quiet understanding, for beings caught amidst the Voice’s threshold and all her monsters. “May this time be better.”
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
