DEIMOS
Out of habit and routine, the Sword reached into his pocket of treats, flicking one to each of the companions in turn, keeping them occupied from irritating or distracting one another, before turning his attention upon his wife. The kiss was returned, permitting a smile to reach along his mouth for however long it would remain, given some factors in play. Billowing a breath obnoxiously across her brow, to see if the crimson hairs maneuvered in some bare amusement, he pulled away only to snag at one of the bags in his clutches, revealing unearthed confections in chocolate dipped pretzels.
Opening the satchel and snagging a few, he handed it over to her, a warning that she might want to take her fill. Chewing on them thoughtfully, his gaze went to the wall for a moment, already spying a loosened chunk at the top, before his eyes returned to hers. “Could,” granting a shrug, a warning while giving naught away – before he had to share at least one of the burdens. Nothing quite like previous bouts where he was going to the Draig, or other trials and tribulations he’d no longer discuss. “I will let you choose which first – Maea, Sunjata and I having a civil conversation, or Noah’s latest.”
Opening the satchel and snagging a few, he handed it over to her, a warning that she might want to take her fill. Chewing on them thoughtfully, his gaze went to the wall for a moment, already spying a loosened chunk at the top, before his eyes returned to hers. “Could,” granting a shrug, a warning while giving naught away – before he had to share at least one of the burdens. Nothing quite like previous bouts where he was going to the Draig, or other trials and tribulations he’d no longer discuss. “I will let you choose which first – Maea, Sunjata and I having a civil conversation, or Noah’s latest.”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
