tell the wolves I'm home
Deimos hadn’t forgotten the touches and fringes of Safrin’s gift – a testament in her skies, highlighted in all their serene glory – as the cosmos spread like jewels, hues blurring and bursting into brilliant schisms. Another silent thank you followed suit to the goddess, before turning his attention to another, arching a brow at the inquiry.
He didn’t reply immediately, tending to the food first while pondering over the circumstances. Maneuvering a small table between them, and placing the stack along the surface, he watched as she dug in ravenously and he intended to follow suit. A short laugh bellowed through his chest, granting her a hand while his other managed his fork as well, cutting through the initial pancake with a neat slice. “I do not see why not.” It was an excuse to keep and maintain it, a furtive little secret away from the growing rises of King’s End, without the burn of harsher memories. To fill it with more than banishment and honeymoons; a private getaway. “Will we get to use it much?” He teased; mostly because he knew of their arduous efforts in Halo.
He didn’t reply immediately, tending to the food first while pondering over the circumstances. Maneuvering a small table between them, and placing the stack along the surface, he watched as she dug in ravenously and he intended to follow suit. A short laugh bellowed through his chest, granting her a hand while his other managed his fork as well, cutting through the initial pancake with a neat slice. “I do not see why not.” It was an excuse to keep and maintain it, a furtive little secret away from the growing rises of King’s End, without the burn of harsher memories. To fill it with more than banishment and honeymoons; a private getaway. “Will we get to use it much?” He teased; mostly because he knew of their arduous efforts in Halo.
the ressurected sword
