cover you when the sky comes crashing in
Deimos wasn’t one to impose himself on anyone – could easily take a refusal just as easily as acceptance. He knew how simple, carefree, almost relieving it was to simply withhold himself in the shadows; a comforting embrace when everything else seemed to be overbearing and massive. Oftentimes he didn’t have the choice though – taking long strides towards the discomfort, rather than shirk and shy away from it. That didn’t mean he’d force his presence anywhere else though; so he looked away as Glas seemed to think and mull it over, placing another plushie on the table as his hands turned gilded and golden – unicorn embedded and embossed with silvern horns and Zuriel’s eyes.
When the notions seemed to be rendered back in his direction, he gave a low chuckle. “I am not,” and he pretended not to see the pile of paperwork still along the steady threshold of his table. “Those will always be there,” he remarked with one inclination towards the stack. “And I am sure Evie will soon accuse me of hovering.” So Glas would be doing him a service of tackling the restlessness looming through his pulse – the incessant need to be doing something, while constantly surrounding, pervading, and irritating the entire area. “Lead the way.”
When the notions seemed to be rendered back in his direction, he gave a low chuckle. “I am not,” and he pretended not to see the pile of paperwork still along the steady threshold of his table. “Those will always be there,” he remarked with one inclination towards the stack. “And I am sure Evie will soon accuse me of hovering.” So Glas would be doing him a service of tackling the restlessness looming through his pulse – the incessant need to be doing something, while constantly surrounding, pervading, and irritating the entire area. “Lead the way.”
DEIMOS
