Deimos
suns for bones and constellations for eyes
Moments of celebration seemed stark in this portion of the season. What had started as somewhat calm had been parted into segments of chaos, but Deimos was determined not to let the outside forces waylay any of their prior plans. Especially when it came to his family.Evie was the far better decorator, so he’d left the house to obtain the cakes. With everyone’s favorites in mind, and upon order, they’d been acquired through a series of inquiries about the latest with the Tundra, and decent bits of coin. And some foolish party hats.
Upon his return, he wasn’t surprised to see the fine bits of festive adornments, and while everyone else was busy, took the moments to grab the presents he’d hidden, especially those Amhran, Erebos, and himself had created, amidst hordes of others, neatly piled nearby, labeled and precise. He figured the others would appear when they were ready – and set to work arranging the food, one large party hat on his head for amusement.
