freeze the day

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame With comprehension whittling through, he could draw his attention to Flora’s interaction with Erebos. The youth squealed again, already far friendlier than his father, poking his head out of the sling as the Queen tweaked at the antler-ed hat, giggling before ducking back down in a miniature version of peek-a-boo or hide-and-seek. Deimos snorted at the comment, grinning at his son. “I agree, though I am biased.” The Accepted’s reasonings for venturing to their frozen villas gave the Warden a brief half-smile; well versed and familiar with the shrine pilgrimage. “Ah. Sea of Glass and Citadel, if you are looking for them." While the infant kept gazing at Flora with wide eyes whenever he got the opportunity, or it could’ve been the dragon nearby too, Deimos didn’t expect the focus to be brought to his gloves. Considering he’d also thought he was going to be mauled the moment he lost the relic…“Thank you. And they are. Hoping to upgrade a tether to them.” She’d be able to fathom why given how she’d seen them snagged and stolen during the tournament, when her father had knocked his soul out of his body. Not something he wanted to experience again – in either interval. Giving her a narrowed-eye look, which meant a whole air of calculating was spinning through his mind, he opted for an amiable approach. “Would you like to help? I just need to be able to recall them.” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace