Deimos
He persisted in ensuring the rest of his food was decimated too – toast, bacon, and eggs all consumed for the start of yet another long, but fulfilling and determined, day. Once she was finished too, he took both their plates, following a set routine and pattern in bringing them to the sink and completing the dishes (one less thing to return home to after patrols, skirmishes, hunts, and the like), before arching his brow at her inquiry.
Would he like an annual tournament? “Perhaps not if it is the exact same every year. Different restrictions or parameters might make it interesting.” And less likely for the same people to dominate on each cycle. Lobbying a question in return, he gave a light snicker, before drying off the plates and setting them aside. “Would you participate in one again?”
Would he like an annual tournament? “Perhaps not if it is the exact same every year. Different restrictions or parameters might make it interesting.” And less likely for the same people to dominate on each cycle. Lobbying a question in return, he gave a light snicker, before drying off the plates and setting them aside. “Would you participate in one again?”
it's not the waking, it's the rising
It's the fire it ignites
It's the fire it ignites
