DEIMOS
Deimos had probably never dreaded a pool party so immensely. Not that he was invited to or attended many – the circumstances prevailing around this one in particular were set to drive a knife’s edge into his ribs. But unwilling to let the trepidation show, he cast all the stoicism across his features. There was a mission to complete. If he couldn’t, well – he’d already had hordes of nightmares about those circumstances.
He knew enough about Pierce to not want to be anywhere near the individual until the right moment, so he glanced in the direction of floaties and food, opting out for the instant. His attire was simple, swim trunks with deep pockets laden in an assortment of items for later, but not enough to look assuming or ridiculous.
Arching his brow at those already in attendance, he sidled towards Ronin first, nimbus cloud and all. Got your letter he offered through the Attuned bond, while they could use it. Did Flora tell you about the plan for Pierce’s blood?
He knew enough about Pierce to not want to be anywhere near the individual until the right moment, so he glanced in the direction of floaties and food, opting out for the instant. His attire was simple, swim trunks with deep pockets laden in an assortment of items for later, but not enough to look assuming or ridiculous.
Arching his brow at those already in attendance, he sidled towards Ronin first, nimbus cloud and all. Got your letter he offered through the Attuned bond, while they could use it. Did Flora tell you about the plan for Pierce’s blood?
who we were before bones, before dirt, before even light
we have always been deep, restless souls
we have always been deep, restless souls
