[ME] fire-touched and flame-kissed

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The Sword might have had infinite patience, but that didn’t mean the rest of the world did. Before Erebos could entangle himself in some miserable tripping hazard or race off and around the festivities, Deimos grabbed hold of his son’s hand and the walk towards the terrain became less deranged and more of the excited variety. Nodding towards Nina, in perhaps a show of solidarity for introverted souls being up front and taking on more roles, he winked at Amhran and glanced at the demigod’s wares – a grin forming at the potentials. “We can get those after,” at least by way of fireworks – the itch to set them off would likely be too great for either Ignatius. Tugging Erebos over to where the food and drinks were laden, together they decided upon cider, tea, and several baked goods to keep themselves occupied; more so for the youth, before heading back towards the Raeling. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace