cover you when the sky comes crashing in
Intent and focused on his task, he could hear someone approaching, but figured it was the usual dominion of a passersby. So he didn’t look up immediately, and instead traced his magics over the foundation, then the remaining proportions, of matching ursur, luxere, and frost fox plushies, all arranged in a neat row. Different colors to correspond and ensure neither of them were the same as Erebos’ – no need to get them mixed up and he was certain his son wouldn’t be akin to sharing all of his things just yet – and when he’d finished upon a glowing aspect of the deer antlers, he glanced over to find Glas nearby – name pinpointed on him.
“You can call me Deimos, Glas,” he assured with a tilt of his head and a small smile; the Mr. Ignatius proportions sounded like his father, and he wasn’t about to drift down those lanes. Though he didn’t see the crafter out and about too often, there was still a steady stream of respect and quiet platitude extended to the younger man; knowing all too well what it meant to be far more likely to linger within than outwards. In the Warden’s case, however, he didn’t have much of a choice. He’d grant pleasantries regardless, maneuvering the set of stuffed creatures to start on another one. “How are you?”
“You can call me Deimos, Glas,” he assured with a tilt of his head and a small smile; the Mr. Ignatius proportions sounded like his father, and he wasn’t about to drift down those lanes. Though he didn’t see the crafter out and about too often, there was still a steady stream of respect and quiet platitude extended to the younger man; knowing all too well what it meant to be far more likely to linger within than outwards. In the Warden’s case, however, he didn’t have much of a choice. He’d grant pleasantries regardless, maneuvering the set of stuffed creatures to start on another one. “How are you?”
DEIMOS
