In my stomach is butterflies

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Halo was a welcome reprieve from the onslaught of terrible meetings; Deimos figured the rest of the world would allow him a few moments without the ridiculous notions for a week or so. Then there’d be LongNight, and a whole slew of other preparations necessary… So while they patrolled and ran he did allow his mind to wander a bit upon provisions required for the end of Deepfrost, and by the time he and the fellow soldiers had persisted around the Citadel multiple times, he already had some inclinations. More food extended towards their people, ensuring the shelters were still in place, wood for fires – He’d been occupied as his long strides swept down the streets towards the barracks, that he barely noticed the smaller woman asking for aid – until a voice snagged and his focus could be drawn back to the world around him. His brow arched, eyes going towards the sign ‘Cozy Counseling’ and trying not to wrinkle his nose, before his gaze slid over to her again. “What do you need?” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace