reminiscing endlessly

Deimos “Yes,” when the Acquired name had been an echo of his thoughts. His eyes moved over to Astaroth briefly, pondering over timelines and frameworks, before they glanced back at the pool and the modest ripples unfurling. He ignored the grin; having been a participant in the war made him much less endeared towards any emotions along its parallels; save for the habitual nonchalance he reserved for the battlefield. His brow arched at the notion of stone slumbers though, having heard Kiada mention it more than once due to issues with lack of heat. Now was his turn for some meticulous prying, though in retrospect it had much more to do with the Harpy than anything else; just in case measures always a heady machination through his mind. “How were you awakened?” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime