remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
“Noted,” he smiled, though, much like Danta already knew, Deimos was not one to ask for much of anything. Never wanting to be a burden, and placing all of them simultaneously across his own shoulders, had been a flaw he’d rarely lifted – perhaps, in time, he’d learn not to carry everything. “And thank you.” For passing it along to Kiada as well; last hours he’d spent with her had been in making rings and wedding plans, rather than any realm of politics or plots. A rarity these days.His eyes flickered to where several Fae were launching at targets; brow arching, as one went wide and into the nearby bushes. Snorting, and maybe because he needed a touch of humor after everything lately, his head tilted, his distinct rumble permitting the dry semblances of his quips. “By their poor aim?”
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
