freeze the day

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Between Flora and Spice, Erebos was thoroughly delighted and amused, exchanging giggles and diving back behind the sling’s cloth before eventually striving to do the same thing with his hands. Though the larger mittens along his smaller digits eclipsed most of his features, the zeal was very similar. There was a subtle acceptance there, and this time Deimos withheld his snort, sporting half a grin instead. “Up to you. I just need to be able to recall them from twenty feet away.” The Sword had no doubts that Flora had plenty of tricks up her sleeve, given who she and her parents were; but he wasn’t without his own. He held them out in his palm, waiting for her to either snag and grab or not at all; and if the latter was the case, he could always strive to find someone else willing to undergo the task. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace