DEIMOS
Stuck between a rock and a hard place was not Deimos’s ideal management with anything; political or otherwise. Noah’s lack of scruples, thought, or foresight made it even more difficult, but at the very least they had some ideas. “A note then, if neither of us see him anytime soon?” They couldn’t assure he’d read it, but that would be on his conscience then – the reprimand there. Then they could document on their end as well, and cultivate enough of a paper trail to ensure the Forsaken had been told and scolded for the act. “I wonder what Vi would have to say about the ferocity against his own allies,” by way of a shrug and musing; nothing more. “I think those are all good ideas, and we have something in place in case of any future mishaps.” As frustrating and ridiculous as it was; they couldn’t rely simply on logic and hope with more void instances likely to come, and Noah potentially out there amidst the mess.
But he remained stalwart and steadfast as they sat upon the bench and she leaned in. Placing his arm over her shoulder and snagging her inward, tucking her against his ribs and muscles, he snorted at her distinction. “Certainly worth a try.” An evening free of any more political endeavors was a lofty one – but he’d do his best to make it happen.
[FIN]
But he remained stalwart and steadfast as they sat upon the bench and she leaned in. Placing his arm over her shoulder and snagging her inward, tucking her against his ribs and muscles, he snorted at her distinction. “Certainly worth a try.” An evening free of any more political endeavors was a lofty one – but he’d do his best to make it happen.
[FIN]
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
