DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Managing to escape work was a masterclass in avoidance that Deimos had yet to fully implement, so he gave a brief snort. “Mostly.” Politics were always going to come up in conversation with Evie, due to their occupations, but they’d managed to stifle multitudes. Or perhaps it was merely easier because they were no longer fully absorbed into war. He wrinkled his nose at the inquiry just the same, recognizing the tease, before snagging at a water lily, lifting the flower out from the earth itself, so it was fully ensconced in its root system.
His gaze meandered from Sascha and her grumbling, to his own companion clearly ignoring his warnings. Directly antagonizing or amusing the dolphins, it was difficult to tell, the peryton dive bombed, then rolled upward well before they could snag at his unfurled wings with their water. “Agreed. Sorry to hear about the business part of it though.” It wasn’t wholly surprising – without doom and damnation on the horizon, perhaps many didn’t venture towards the Seer, hoping for answers beyond the cosmos about the infiltrating demons in their scope.
With his stare still on the antics, he heaved a sigh as rain clouds began to from above the encantados. Rummaging through his bag, he snagged at his leviathan armor, holding it out to Alys so that she might guard herself within a moment. “You may want to use this,” jutting his jawline out towards the beasts, the water magic beginning to sanction and unfurl from their tempestuous edges.
His gaze meandered from Sascha and her grumbling, to his own companion clearly ignoring his warnings. Directly antagonizing or amusing the dolphins, it was difficult to tell, the peryton dive bombed, then rolled upward well before they could snag at his unfurled wings with their water. “Agreed. Sorry to hear about the business part of it though.” It wasn’t wholly surprising – without doom and damnation on the horizon, perhaps many didn’t venture towards the Seer, hoping for answers beyond the cosmos about the infiltrating demons in their scope.
With his stare still on the antics, he heaved a sigh as rain clouds began to from above the encantados. Rummaging through his bag, he snagged at his leviathan armor, holding it out to Alys so that she might guard herself within a moment. “You may want to use this,” jutting his jawline out towards the beasts, the water magic beginning to sanction and unfurl from their tempestuous edges.
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
