Between Belial and Micah, they were a well-guarded duo, and Deimos sought to bide his moments carefully, pondering how much longer he could polish the ruse. Contemplating a pattern of hues for her to find along the flames, it didn’t seem to matter as Evie made her way back towards them. He could feel the briefest touches flickering over his face, instinctually and inherently preening at the semblances. He snorted, amused, leaning into the strokes while opening one eye once more; piercing blue leveled at her. “You are always welcome to join us.” Were there not an infant in his arms, he might’ve already snagged and pulled her into him; freely giving in to those small segments of time they had. In case she obliged, he scooted, carefully, slowly, and cautiously so as not to disturb the youth, over towards the back of the cushions, granting her space.
Huffing again as he glanced around and pretended as if he’d been unaware of her prior proceedings, his brow arched. “Did you do everything without me?” The Sword was known to pout occasionally, and his features might’ve said as much at present – granting a put-upon sigh for the theatrics.
Huffing again as he glanced around and pretended as if he’d been unaware of her prior proceedings, his brow arched. “Did you do everything without me?” The Sword was known to pout occasionally, and his features might’ve said as much at present – granting a put-upon sigh for the theatrics.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
