Deimos
He finished Evie’s plate, supplying it with bacon and cording it off with some wrapping to maintain some of its heat, before doing the same for the both of them. Snagging at the toast and butter, he repeated the motions and movements from the previous evening’s dinner, ensuring chairs were pulled and food was at the ready. Juice, water, tea, and coffee could be easily rectified too, and while she could snag at any drink she wanted, he turned to feed some proportions to Belial, mostly to keep him busy and distracted instead of pleading.
The news gave him a light laugh, an arch of his brow. “Oh? Too busy?” There’d once been a time where she’d been a brave participant in such fields – but he could understand any notions as to why she avoided it for now. The statement had been enough to rattle her chain, and he was content with less people watching – never an overt participant or yearning for attention. “Of course. I do not have much for high hopes,” not when he was likely facing multiple demigods. “But we will see.”
The news gave him a light laugh, an arch of his brow. “Oh? Too busy?” There’d once been a time where she’d been a brave participant in such fields – but he could understand any notions as to why she avoided it for now. The statement had been enough to rattle her chain, and he was content with less people watching – never an overt participant or yearning for attention. “Of course. I do not have much for high hopes,” not when he was likely facing multiple demigods. “But we will see.”
it's not the waking, it's the rising
It's the fire it ignites
It's the fire it ignites
