DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
“Or hand signals.” Some were universal. But his nose wrinkled just the same, at the thought of more balls and celebrations, possibly because this one had already been marred and ruined before they’d even arrived. Retreating into Halo for weeks upon end sounded inviting and enticing every second, and he shook his head, a brief snort following through. “This one may be difficult to forget.”
Regardless, the incantations proved their mettle, and the jacket would hold the heat for extended periods of time. It was his turn to be surprised by the compliments, brows raising slightly, before his mouth settled into a smile. “Thank you. And yes, most of the time.” Pausing, he assessed the coat once more, and nodded, approving the modifications and certain everything would hold. “Kiada has one as well, and has gone to Dygra to upgrade it.” In case Danta wanted to do the same in the future.
Regardless, the incantations proved their mettle, and the jacket would hold the heat for extended periods of time. It was his turn to be surprised by the compliments, brows raising slightly, before his mouth settled into a smile. “Thank you. And yes, most of the time.” Pausing, he assessed the coat once more, and nodded, approving the modifications and certain everything would hold. “Kiada has one as well, and has gone to Dygra to upgrade it.” In case Danta wanted to do the same in the future.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
