freeze the day

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame It was good to be home – away from the hustle and bustle of other regions, or in the midst of trials and tribulations. Simpler moments to sink into the breadth and scope of the open plains of ice and snow, to raise his jaw to the seditious bouts of chilling wind, to bark orders at soldiers and watch as they improved from day to day. The present outing was accompanied by Belial, Zuriel, and Erebos, though the infant strapped to his chest was outfitted in new snow gear, courtesy of an abundance of growth, a little handmade luxere-antlered hat adorning over his head and not much more visible of the child. He squealed with delight the moment they stepped onto the Greenwing’s wide-open range of color amidst the mountains and ivory; for which Deimos would have to agree, but only with a rumble of amusement. With the assigned portions by Safrin on his mind, he placed the Gambler’s Gloves near the peryton, presuming he’d be ready for mischief. “See how far you can get,” he encouraged with his own telltale smirk, and the wily companion surged, snagging them within his mouth and beginning to fly off. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace