we fight for brighter, stronger skies

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame While Erebos pulled out the toy Koa had given him, lovingly gnawing on the portions that were safe for his teething woes, Deimos eyed the boy, then the Tidebreaker, waiting for the inevitable. Unfortunate appeared to be the baseline for most things nowadays, and while the Sword didn’t give voice to his disappointment, his shoulders just seemed to weigh far more – knowing that the actions were ultimately back across the same individuals once more. The mention of Noah had him nodding, yet to ask the demigod without consulting the others first. “Was he helpful in the last venture?” A milder inquiry perhaps, over all the others roaming in his mind. He didn’t dare ask Sah – not when he’d just returned and seemed more absent than before. Nor did the Warden find particular nuances for asking Flora – given everything else surrounding her actions and Dahlia. The second set was the source of much apprehension lately. The confirmation of Hadama’s knowledge was perhaps the only ease, and even then it set his jaw into another clench, before he extended another long breath and glanced back at the shrine. “I had no intention of giving it away without having all the information,” and even then he murmured through the bond, shaking his head. Too valuable to risk – which then meant snagging at blood had become his responsibility – and the looming regard for limited chances and sunken opportunities. Starfall felt more routine than pool party disasters. He wouldn’t run through the trepidation with Hadama though. “Yes.” Nodding, his eyes flickered down to Erebos, who had now started giggling as he made the object fly around the air in his little grasp. “Just wanted to make sure some were aware, in case things did not go well.” So people could be safe. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace