Deimos
It would likely disappoint Nova to some degree when it came to illustrious hues or things meant to catch attention – but Deimos had never gone without placing his artistry into each work. Handled with care and precision, it had always come with a quiet designation and beauty; from the way he’d contorted and created his and Evie’s wedding bands, to the craftmanship whittled upon his son’s crib. As long as he knew the individual well, portions of them went into the symbolic etchings of each person – like Kiada’s crimson cloak, lined with depictions of her essence and nature. Function and purpose always came first, but to consider him incapable of placing thought and platitudes into the artifacts was simply not the case.
But the questions seemed to continue regardless, and he persisted in continuing his efforts, since Nova seemed unbothered by what he was attempting to complete as well. Granting another parcel, he took a deep breath, parsing through the inquiries one by one. “No.” Nothing magical he could eat – though he had some of those stored in his bag of holding from other events and purposes. “No one has requested a tattoo before,” and he shrugged, lugging the food and wood to the bakers’ deck. “Might be capable though. Piercings should be easy – I have done enough jewelry.” Rings, bangles, necklaces – all armed to the teeth with other portions placed within.
How long he’d been able to do such things made his brows furrow – counting out the lines of seasons in his head. “Quite a few years. At least six.”
But the questions seemed to continue regardless, and he persisted in continuing his efforts, since Nova seemed unbothered by what he was attempting to complete as well. Granting another parcel, he took a deep breath, parsing through the inquiries one by one. “No.” Nothing magical he could eat – though he had some of those stored in his bag of holding from other events and purposes. “No one has requested a tattoo before,” and he shrugged, lugging the food and wood to the bakers’ deck. “Might be capable though. Piercings should be easy – I have done enough jewelry.” Rings, bangles, necklaces – all armed to the teeth with other portions placed within.
How long he’d been able to do such things made his brows furrow – counting out the lines of seasons in his head. “Quite a few years. At least six.”
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
