DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
The bedlam semblances that had occurred amidst the sand had reminded him of past invasions – utter chaos, confusion, violence stringing along, portions of success, and then the repercussions of all that vehemence. “Neither did I,” save for Sunjata, once plans had been extended, and even then, had the Flood been more prepared and informed, it might’ve gone smoother for him. But Deimos hadn’t been sure how much to entail to others until the moment was there – so the hopes that the demigod had somehow managed to snag at the necessary ichor remained lodged in his ribcage. “I think it goes to show the frustrations everyone is experiencing,” to which he shrugged; wondering if that meant how many other alterations would be occurring. He knew he was tired of all of it.He snorted at the insinuations, allowing a small smile to emerge from the stoic lines. “Correct. Though mostly due to the dome,” where he’d been incapable of his habitual, routine incantations and abilities; the muted, lost, absent formations irritating and cutting below the surface. “Means I need to find some other methods in the meantime.”
News that the blood would be enough, that their efforts had been sufficient, eased another huge burden off his chest. “Good.” He took it without question, eyeing the crimson and brown edges within the container, before taking another large breath and placing it in his pocket. “You are welcome. Maybe on the next plans, we figure out a bit more beforehand,” to which he winked. They'd done well off the cuff, but there'd been some snags within.
His brows furrowed at the notions of being straight in the crosshairs again, making him wonder of all the machinations they’d had in place for Remi and Ronin to go to Starfall, then opting out once more – only to now…”So what does that mean for you?” Would she stay sequestered? He doubted it; given who the Doubletake was.
Unite and spread the heart apart
