Deimos
you can be a comet tearing open the sky if you want
never say of course; never let them drain the river of your soul
Before the stranger could deign to answer, another voice resounded over the space, and his focus flickered immediately to Koa. He hadn’t seen the Dragoon in some time, given proximities, parameters, and plots happening, and the salute accompanying almost made him grin. never say of course; never let them drain the river of your soul
But then the attention was on Erebos, and he watched as Koa greeted his infant. In turn, the babe gave a hearty and enthusiastic wave and toothless grin, though the Warden very protectively arched a brow as Koa’s hand went to the child’s shoe. Erebos thought it was hilarious though, gleefully giggling away and kicking back, before the hybrid could finally concede to some words. “Koa. Yes. This is Erebos.”
The sudden inclusion of his inquiry didn’t go unnoticed though, and instead of lingering along the pathways of how incensed and infuriated he’d been on the Dragoon’s prior efforts, those seemed to have dimmed anyway, he concentrated on the explanations. The Order. Prisoner. Torture left unsaid and unchecked. His eyes narrowed at the Needle itself, nose wrinkling, wondering if it was a representation much like the Spire – something to remind. “I see,” he started. “No intentions of taking it down?”
