[o] [SE] One good turn

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Perhaps Ravenna would simply learn creation magic, and have to worry much less about the art of perfection – she’d be able to conjure it with ease. Regardless, the thought passed through him swiftly, far more inclined to inwardly sneer at the mention of any Family member. Outwardly though, his nose gave a very juvenile and boyish wrinkle, another brief snort. “Ordinarily, I would encourage anyone to ignore it.” He’d like to. It’d be one more seditious swing towards the pernicious and parasitic thresholds. “Nowadays though, we have to tread lightly.” He didn’t take her for a fool; she’d be akin to the disasters settling around them lately. Subversion and rebellion was soon going to take another form anyway. Erebos squealed and giggled, and Deimos offered one more small bite of the plum to the boy before finishing off the rest. “Perhaps it does not have to be too nice,” he implied, giving the young Hale an arch of his brow. He certainly didn’t intend to make anything complimentary. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace