[SWE] The Feast of Bells - 318PC

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The Sword had a difficult time parting from Halo, even if for only a few scarce moments, after the latest bout of occurrences. Were it not for apprehension regarding the festival, and chances of something happening there as well, given its tie to LongNight and all the ominous tidings he’d never quite alleviated from his chest, he might’ve stayed rooted in the frozen, Halovian soil. Whether it was best, or healthy, to stay within the confines of his home and never leave, wasn’t a discussion he was willing to partake in for the moment – but with safety and collaboration in mind, Evie and Erebos stayed, and he meandered into the Meadowreach confines with rigidity straight through this spine. He'd promised to bring leftovers home though – and the assemblage of food might’ve been worth the deep levels of trepidation lodged along his bones and ichor. Placing the platter of chocolate chip cookies upon the table amongst the other desserts, his gaze scanned both tables and participants, before beginning to take a few portions of meat, breads, and vegetables for himself. -- Deimos is bringing chocolate chip cookies~ master of nothing place; of recoil and grace