Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
“Oh, I see. To show off.” His nose wrinkled, boyish again, to tease and taunt. But there were always those layers, to both of them, where ruthlessness resided; the Sword rarely got to embody it nowadays, unless something made him infuriated and incensed. And sometimes, it simply felt liberating to release all of the merciless, unrelenting, harsh, and vicious energy – to remind the world exactly where the ferocity laid.Tilting his head again, and sipping at the last portions of his hot chocolate, he snorted. “Any particular time?” Now with spring christened as the wedding date, they’d be left with other portions available or not (unbeknownst to him on how he’d be spending his time within Deepfrost).
