freeze the day

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Perhaps one of the last people he’d expect amidst Halo would be Flora – but his brow arched just the same as she approached on the hinges of a joke. He snorted – watching as the peryton sailed off in absolute glee, before the Sword reeled him on a gust of Mastered Air and wind. The companion, thoroughly delighted all the same, hooted as he soared backwards and into Deimos’ waiting grasp – snagging the gloves back into his palms. “Hope not.” There had to be better ways to have a crisis, midlife or otherwise. Considering there was always something overwhelming and irritating, those aspects of life had almost become normal. “Quest requirement from Safrin,” he offered by way of brief explanation; Flora had likely done enough to understand some meaning of it. Erebos squealed too, maybe an echo of Belial’s ridiculous nature, blue eyes peeking over the sling to watch Flora before ducking away, back into the confines of warmth. While the peryton trilled to the dragon, probably searching for a friend or another to harass, the Sword tilted his head. “What brings you here?” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace