Deimos
The Sword had kept close to home today – occupying the dining table with an array of projects from preparations of any incoming, evacuating Stormbreakers, to lines and notes of the attack within the bar that had felled Rhiannon. The latter wasn’t forthcoming, and the former already settled for the moment; so he’d taken to preparing a meal while his mind wandered; the slicing of vegetables easy as his thoughts were occupied every manner of things, from Evie’s impending appointment to Ru’s reappearance, pondering if he should send her a letter or wait for everything else to settle.
The noise at the back door, classic Micah, unfurled a snort, and he shook his head, wiping down his hands and the knife, before heading towards the aperture. Erebos was unlikely to be awakened from his nap by the yowling cat, given how intensely his snowball fight had gone, but Deimos wasn’t going to take the risk. Opening the door, he left it wide enough for the tide jaguar to trundle through. “My liege,” he rumbled to the beast, in genuine fondness, before his eyes flickered back towards Evie, brow arching in his habitual ease. His eyes flicked over her form, another inherent custom; predisposed to ensure her safety and wellbeing in quick glances. Thereafter, he took a breath, steeling himself for something, loosening a brief grin, allowing it to fall into place. “How did it go?”
The noise at the back door, classic Micah, unfurled a snort, and he shook his head, wiping down his hands and the knife, before heading towards the aperture. Erebos was unlikely to be awakened from his nap by the yowling cat, given how intensely his snowball fight had gone, but Deimos wasn’t going to take the risk. Opening the door, he left it wide enough for the tide jaguar to trundle through. “My liege,” he rumbled to the beast, in genuine fondness, before his eyes flickered back towards Evie, brow arching in his habitual ease. His eyes flicked over her form, another inherent custom; predisposed to ensure her safety and wellbeing in quick glances. Thereafter, he took a breath, steeling himself for something, loosening a brief grin, allowing it to fall into place. “How did it go?”
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