into the endlessness

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Deimos watched the sudden amount of laden snacks offered for roasting, content with incoming food, before peeling away the offerings he’d brought inside his bag, revealing some ursur steak, placing amidst the others. While they briefly quarreled over immortality and lives lost, and how much they could joke over remnants that had once shattered them before, he snorted, shaking his head before nodding towards Ronin. “Appears to be. I am taking some monster hunters out later to see if we can find anything else. Evie said she would take one plant to Frey.” He hadn’t heard the report on that yet, or lack thereof, but it would be nice to know if the Nature aspects had any notions towards the recent onslaught. Struggling very hard to ignore any mention of Sunjata without a wrinkle to his nose and some deep vexation, he strived to adhere more to celebrations than anything else, grabbing hold of a stick and poking at one of the meats, closer to the flames. “Thank you.” As for other nuptials, he did permit another lingering smile. “Noah and Cordelia married right after the war. Otherwise, it seems to have been relatively quiet.” Expected, perhaps, given how many had to piece and stitch their lives back together. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace