Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
For that chord alone, he unfurled some Air incantations to thread through the décor and unravel some portions from her hands. Where teasing and taunting went hand in hand, he winked with the signature juvenile wrinkle to his nose, threading through another set of lights. While Erebos occupied himself wholly with the bouncer, the Sword’s eyes followed Evie’s path amidst the bookshelf, where he’d placed the custom made Tumsea Trophy from the tournament, pondering the next portion of jocular intentions.He snorted at the tickling ends, deciding upon options and furtive measures rather than anything else for the moment. He knew and understood her taste and flair for gossip, news, and announcements, and pondering over which to pick and choose. In the end, he’d let her snag whichever pierced her mind first – eventually she’d have both. “I heard some interesting news from Fox during the tournament, and Safrin recently,” he began, brow arching, waiting to see her reaction before continuing.
