Perhaps he’d been presumptuous. Anytime someone had asked his particulars and advice upon items, it’d been with the notions of him also creating it. Sometimes they came to him for the sole purpose of just that. And though he’d gotten exceedingly better at putting up multitudes of boundaries, contorting his items simply for those he qualified within his inner circle, Alys was a friend. He’d thought naught of it.
So he turned his attention back to Erebos for a moment, watching as the infant finally passed out, before arching a brow at her tease. “Gods no.” A wrinkle to his nose added to the distaste of the notion. “I think I would be very bored.”
Then there was an offering in return; which was also rare. He’d come to expect no transactions; save for ones upfront. The Sword couldn’t think of anything in particular though; giving a slight tilt to his head, inclined in rapt consideration. Ultimately, Deimos landed upon notions of alternating circumstances; ones they couldn’t quite comprehend or see yet. “How about a favor in the future?”
So he turned his attention back to Erebos for a moment, watching as the infant finally passed out, before arching a brow at her tease. “Gods no.” A wrinkle to his nose added to the distaste of the notion. “I think I would be very bored.”
Then there was an offering in return; which was also rare. He’d come to expect no transactions; save for ones upfront. The Sword couldn’t think of anything in particular though; giving a slight tilt to his head, inclined in rapt consideration. Ultimately, Deimos landed upon notions of alternating circumstances; ones they couldn’t quite comprehend or see yet. “How about a favor in the future?”
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
