Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Writing and sketching would come with time – the demigod could certainly snag at any of the depictions, journals, and papers in their home (besides, Deimos had been collecting all sorts for future endeavors with Erebos). Later, perhaps, after all of these intervals.The Sword nodded, then thought better of just the simplistic gesture in his movements. “Perfect,” he indicated with a deep rumble, focus honing in on the creatures and their web. The air contorted under his control, eyes narrowing as he watched it glide over, and neatly, into the jar. “You can close it,” he indicated with the lid in Amhran’s hands. “And maybe study them as we head home?” As long as he didn’t liberate the creatures while they flew – this task was an important one.
