{RQ} Snowstars

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame If he were with any others, save perhaps his family, Deimos would’ve cut a cross, taciturn, and sullen figure. Just barely home only to leave again had placed enough irritation in the back of his mind to ward away several animals intending to meander in their direction – spinning away at the colossal nuances of his irritation. But because it was Soleil, and she was bright and airy, and clearly altered since their last meeting, he could breathe somewhat of a relief, but only just so. Especially since she was offering to be bait. “I do not typically allow my constituents to be lures,” he noted, with the vaguest grin. There would’ve been other individuals he would have easily sent in to be decoys and enticements, and let the rest of the world pursue them in a snare; but the Accepted wasn’t one of those. His gaze drifted along the Stonesong, altered again from the last time he, Remi, and Ronin had been here, purple and decrepit and threatening, before his eyes went back to her. He nearly asked her if she was all right and doing better now, and saved the notions behind his teeth instead. “We may want to find a plant instead.” And from there he began to walk along the bank, Belial high above them and patrolling the river, while he glanced amongst and amidst the ferns lining the shore. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace