Deimos
The peryton ran over to the Harpy, bouncing and bounding around her feet, likely expecting a treat. A welcome reprieve, however much Deimos wouldn’t admit it, from the twisting and turning calculations, and trepidation, swarming through his mind. He snorted as she perched and thawed, unbothered by the notions of disappeared torches (easily replaced), and more to the notions that required her to be in Halo. “What do you need for the jacket?” His jawline jutted towards the very familiar crimson article, before leaning against a chair himself.
Bringing the flames upward so they roared in the hearth, his head tilted vaguely; it’d been fine in Halo – they’d been rebuilding, renewing, revitalizing, nearly finished with refurbishing the walls again. So instead of meandering into those residual projects and prospects, he lingered in the thread of ongoing chaos. “Did you hear the strange broadcasts?”
Bringing the flames upward so they roared in the hearth, his head tilted vaguely; it’d been fine in Halo – they’d been rebuilding, renewing, revitalizing, nearly finished with refurbishing the walls again. So instead of meandering into those residual projects and prospects, he lingered in the thread of ongoing chaos. “Did you hear the strange broadcasts?”
what does it mean to look upon a ruin
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
