freeze the day

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Deimos shrugged in response to the ‘cheating’ statement – clearly unbothered. The Air did exactly as he’d insisted; plucking the gloves out of her hands, and straight back into his. The infant clapped his hands as the objects were righted – and the Sword’s attention flickered back to Flora, permitting the earthen walls to clamber back into the terrain. Much like they’d never been altered at all, they slipped immediately into the ice, snow, and loam – while he snorted at the grin and statements. Because the Warden was ultimately a man of preparations – and didn’t like how things had been altered during the tournament. It had sent him down further consternation and ideas; because if Remi and Ronin could steal them, what did it mean for them if an enemy got ahold of the relic? Granting a softer smile, and placing them safely in the confines of his bag, he rumbled in response. “For the times it may not be so easy.” And perhaps nothing would come of it, or, alternatively, they’d have a fight on their hands. “But thank you for the help. Do you need anything else?” He couldn’t see Flora willingly spending much more time out here – but perhaps Ru’s influence bent towards the cold too. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace