Deimos
He gave the lightest of smiles in accord as Amhran’s inexperience in handshakes unfolded; letting it go in a state of amusement that still didn’t quite meet the rest of his confusion and bewilderment. He might’ve been enchanted, or less rattled, had he known any of this was coming – instead he had to take it at face value repeatedly, growing silent and stiller, eyes narrowing slightly as he listened. He could hear, and see, the request, and something about it rankled the edges of his mind. Perhaps it was the lack of discussion between them in this decision weighing minutely down his spine.
Yes, they had the room. They had the capabilities. But Amhran, through no fault of his own, was now another responsibility tossed entirely upon them.
Instead of giving any answer, he nodded at the notions, opting to turn back towards the kitchen. “I can go grab something.” He needed movement and motion too, instead of standing there restlessly and toying with notions out of his control. Figuring the other man had no preferences yet, he could rustle a multitude up and go from there, making his way out of the living room and along the threshold of the pantry, Erebos’ little giggles echoing through the alteration in chambers and rooms.
Yes, they had the room. They had the capabilities. But Amhran, through no fault of his own, was now another responsibility tossed entirely upon them.
Instead of giving any answer, he nodded at the notions, opting to turn back towards the kitchen. “I can go grab something.” He needed movement and motion too, instead of standing there restlessly and toying with notions out of his control. Figuring the other man had no preferences yet, he could rustle a multitude up and go from there, making his way out of the living room and along the threshold of the pantry, Erebos’ little giggles echoing through the alteration in chambers and rooms.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
