where I save you and you save me
The Sword’s gaze settled on this newfound Orsino; nothing stern, nothing solemn, but perhaps a warning, a brief command that he’d heard through Attuned adornments. The young fox looked at him, eyes a bit bewildered, but there was a subtle nod embedded, an understanding; and then Deimos was snorting, dropping his head down on top of his son’s again. “Hm. Someone has thought this through,” as only a tease; his preferences would always linger in overpreparation as well. “How about we get you and Orsino home, and then see what we can rustle up?” Introduce him to the other bondeds…watch them all run around the house and then get kicked outside to rampage their energy elsewhere…
Picking the youth up so they were all back on soil and terrain, he laughed as the rest of the foxes dispersed wildly; either unbothered about their compatriot being snagged or not wanting to behold the same fate.
[FIN]
Picking the youth up so they were all back on soil and terrain, he laughed as the rest of the foxes dispersed wildly; either unbothered about their compatriot being snagged or not wanting to behold the same fate.
[FIN]
Deimos
and we save each other over and over, a hundred times, endlessly
