Deimos
A lesser surprise might be that Deimos tended to avoid large parties and gatherings if he could help it. Ordinarily a bonfire might intrigue, but not with the amount rampaging through the sand. He could always ignite a few within Halo’s routes and streets, but he doubted many would want to come out amidst the weather – which was fine – most were prone to hunkering down this time of year, rather than unfurl. “Nor I, though I think that stems from being in the Grounds for some.” His nose wrinkled with obvious distaste; not much could be said positively for days locked behind barriers, with their own assortment of monsters.
His eyes flickered back to Erebos, who was eagerly scratching Goose behind his ears, then starting to waddle over to the lantern, depositing where he saw fit. A little askew, but the effort was there. He followed thereafter, tilting his head and listening as the creations flickered in another warm glow through his palms, and he handed off the beacon to the toddler again, who giggled with glee and ran a few steps ahead, constantly in sight. “She is not everyone’s preference,” he offered tactfully, though, knowing Iskra was Abandoned meant it would be that much more difficult – still, Deimos had gone through the same things. “Do you have a favorite?”
The offer of help caused another small grin to emerge, gaze going towards some portions not yet lit. “Agreed. If you want, you can light them. Then we can make something bigger at the end.” Of what he wouldn’t quite reveal, but conflagrations were something he was fond of.
His eyes flickered back to Erebos, who was eagerly scratching Goose behind his ears, then starting to waddle over to the lantern, depositing where he saw fit. A little askew, but the effort was there. He followed thereafter, tilting his head and listening as the creations flickered in another warm glow through his palms, and he handed off the beacon to the toddler again, who giggled with glee and ran a few steps ahead, constantly in sight. “She is not everyone’s preference,” he offered tactfully, though, knowing Iskra was Abandoned meant it would be that much more difficult – still, Deimos had gone through the same things. “Do you have a favorite?”
The offer of help caused another small grin to emerge, gaze going towards some portions not yet lit. “Agreed. If you want, you can light them. Then we can make something bigger at the end.” Of what he wouldn’t quite reveal, but conflagrations were something he was fond of.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
