[ME] fire-touched and flame-kissed

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame With their plates piled, the seating arrangements ensured Erebos would be essentially corralled and occupied, so the Sword snorted around a bite of his own ginger cake. Ensuring more than once that the child wasn’t about to spill his cider, the Sword half-listened to conversations, granting Iskra nod, before his attention meandered around the festivity itself – watching people (ever a wartime habit), pulling up a chair beside him if Evie intended to join as she said she might (depending on how she was feeling, and the infirmary’s current status). “Could be like Tanau’s,” he added mildly, figuring Nina had been there with them, and might’ve come up with some ideas of her own, or would stick to tradition. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace