DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
“Stay the course,” he rumbled in response, an easygoing and juvenile grin forming along the corners of his mouth as she flipped her designated omelet once more. Working on his, he peeled it off the pan, and did much the same as before, checking and waiting until the portions were done. “Fine by me. It would be nice to have everyone ready before Deepfrost.” Because while they’d talked about peace and the semantics of repose, it didn’t mean the Sword would ever deign to be complacent – they’d remain a well-practiced stronghold. Especially since the last winter had been catastrophic by many means.
He arched his brow at her suggestion towards the costumes, and he sized up the portions, glancing back and forth on where to place the particular ‘fake bloodstains’. Clipping along the ends wasn’t too hard, and he made them appear far more frayed, trailing blots of crimson down some portions, as if it had been strewn on passing whims and bloodshed. “That better?”
As she perused and inspected again, he tended to the food – while concocting a mask as well. It wouldn’t be the typical Ludo one though, going more for his own preferences, unfurling it between his palms as it beheld as a hellhound fixture – long muzzle and fangs, surrounded by pretensive embers.
Then, eyeing the eggs, he snagged at a plate and placed the her designated omelette upon its fixture, passing it over.
He arched his brow at her suggestion towards the costumes, and he sized up the portions, glancing back and forth on where to place the particular ‘fake bloodstains’. Clipping along the ends wasn’t too hard, and he made them appear far more frayed, trailing blots of crimson down some portions, as if it had been strewn on passing whims and bloodshed. “That better?”
As she perused and inspected again, he tended to the food – while concocting a mask as well. It wouldn’t be the typical Ludo one though, going more for his own preferences, unfurling it between his palms as it beheld as a hellhound fixture – long muzzle and fangs, surrounded by pretensive embers.
Then, eyeing the eggs, he snagged at a plate and placed the her designated omelette upon its fixture, passing it over.
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
