Deimos had much to be grateful for – something known with every breath taken. He took naught for granted, not after years upon years of devastation, ruin, and melancholy – and the way he’d carved niches away from all the terror, trials, and tribulations. And while he could imagine they were never far from the trepidations again, the Sword also didn’t want to roam in the ‘what ifs’ and potential of impending damnation; repose wasn’t for waiting on the edges and fringes.
So his appreciation for the citizens of his region went outward and extended once more. Though they were used to his quiet aspects, and the platitude for amusement in devilry and antics, he couldn’t recall a time where he’d simply set up an area for them to gather and eat and be merry, save for bigger events. So the midafternoon found him, and Erebos seated at a table, set before a makeshift grill, other kiosks unfurled nearby, cooking multitudes for those who wanted them. The aroma of baked goods and meat permeated, wafted, contorted down the routes and streets, and while his toddler munched (already content with a piece of jerky, legs swinging back and forth), the Warden took orders, offered laughs, then plates full of burgers.
So his appreciation for the citizens of his region went outward and extended once more. Though they were used to his quiet aspects, and the platitude for amusement in devilry and antics, he couldn’t recall a time where he’d simply set up an area for them to gather and eat and be merry, save for bigger events. So the midafternoon found him, and Erebos seated at a table, set before a makeshift grill, other kiosks unfurled nearby, cooking multitudes for those who wanted them. The aroma of baked goods and meat permeated, wafted, contorted down the routes and streets, and while his toddler munched (already content with a piece of jerky, legs swinging back and forth), the Warden took orders, offered laughs, then plates full of burgers.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
