DEIMOS
“Evening,” Deimos echoed as soon as the others arrived, granting a wave, a quirk of his brow and a sly half-grin notched on his features at the inquiries and statements. “Dibs,” he shrugged, wholly unbothered by all of it. “And yes. We asked her to help us move and revitalize it. We can add healing to it soon.” Once he’d finished some other preparations.
Snorting at Ronin’s response, he waited for them to ease in, grow far more comfortable in the latent heat and warmth. It was difficult to know where to begin – because he was aware of their boundaries, of all the stipulations bombarding amidst the Family’s fault lines and deaths. Pulling his hair back out of his face and into a messy bun, he sighed, opting to be blunt and concise, after offering some snacks layered out on the side – some safe to remain along the snow and embankment. “My apologies for always needing to meet on the brink of something – but how much do you want to know about the current gardening adventures?”
Snorting at Ronin’s response, he waited for them to ease in, grow far more comfortable in the latent heat and warmth. It was difficult to know where to begin – because he was aware of their boundaries, of all the stipulations bombarding amidst the Family’s fault lines and deaths. Pulling his hair back out of his face and into a messy bun, he sighed, opting to be blunt and concise, after offering some snacks layered out on the side – some safe to remain along the snow and embankment. “My apologies for always needing to meet on the brink of something – but how much do you want to know about the current gardening adventures?”
who we were before bones, before dirt, before even light
we have always been deep, restless souls
we have always been deep, restless souls
