// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
Deepfrost, as it stands, does suck immensely. Not only was it cold and snowy and the risk of them turning to stone a very possible option – it was also the season that harbored birthdays he’d long since stopped celebrating (until in the future, which he of course doesn’t know about yet). He’d since devoted his time to the softer edges of himself – the one that would prefer he huddled and slept the season away.
He's already taken part of his own version of community service – having ensured the Ancients of the Grounds were equipped with waterproof jackets and clothing, fire starters to keep themselves warm if they’d not harbored the ability to do it themselves just yet, and weaponry to ensure hunting went smoothly. That’s not to say he isn’t letting his interest pique when he sees the pop up soup kitchen, and especially as he takes note of who’s running it.
The sling is gone, now, but he still is cautious as he stealthily slips up out of the immediate line of sight to slide in beside the Maverick, brushing his hip by the Theocrat’s playfully. “Soup is the agenda today, hmm?” He asks, already having figured out what they were doing, he snags a bowl for Danta to fill for the next person in line. He, himself, is bundled as well – with a warm wool scarf covering his neck and down his chest, hiding the warm waistcoat beneath it, wearing a dark trench coat that’s buttoned up as much as it could feasibly go, along with dark gloves to keep his hands warm.
He's already taken part of his own version of community service – having ensured the Ancients of the Grounds were equipped with waterproof jackets and clothing, fire starters to keep themselves warm if they’d not harbored the ability to do it themselves just yet, and weaponry to ensure hunting went smoothly. That’s not to say he isn’t letting his interest pique when he sees the pop up soup kitchen, and especially as he takes note of who’s running it.
The sling is gone, now, but he still is cautious as he stealthily slips up out of the immediate line of sight to slide in beside the Maverick, brushing his hip by the Theocrat’s playfully. “Soup is the agenda today, hmm?” He asks, already having figured out what they were doing, he snags a bowl for Danta to fill for the next person in line. He, himself, is bundled as well – with a warm wool scarf covering his neck and down his chest, hiding the warm waistcoat beneath it, wearing a dark trench coat that’s buttoned up as much as it could feasibly go, along with dark gloves to keep his hands warm.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
