and the only solution was to stand and fight
Deimos was an observant creature of out of necessity; so noting Remi’s alterations in character was placed in the back of his mind. He wouldn’t say anything out loud to the man, not unless Remi brought it up himself, but did manage a smile in return for both retorts. “The Fae did well long before we ever got here,” from Outlander’s purviews – he could recall the warrior group informing them of such notions repeatedly. He could imagine them returning to their life amidst the forest with no regrets, save for an influx of nasty flora and fauna. He also hadn’t heard anything from Phoebe since their leader meeting well over a year ago now, or when speaking to Liam.
Rather than divest into any other melancholies, his eyes flickered over the sights and surroundings again. “What was the plan?” He imagined some semblance of find, assault, siege, and see what worked – but maybe either of them had concocted another strategy.
Rather than divest into any other melancholies, his eyes flickered over the sights and surroundings again. “What was the plan?” He imagined some semblance of find, assault, siege, and see what worked – but maybe either of them had concocted another strategy.
DEIMOS
