Deimos
you can be a comet tearing open the sky if you want
never say of course; never let them drain the river of your soul
Nodding, he snagged the stool, settling upon the wooden surface and ensuring Idalia was still righted within the carrier before proceeding – a quick perusal and study. “Any particular design?” Some individuals were specific about the ideas they were concocting, and others unbothered by the distinctions; but he didn’t know Astaroth well enough to figure which category he’d fit into, and he certainly wasn’t going to offer collaboration and then simply do his own thing.never say of course; never let them drain the river of your soul
The notations about his inclusion within Halo always flickered curiously at him, but when nothing else was offered Deimos was never certain how deep to pry. So he kept the speculation and inquiry to himself, watching the notches of the vertebrae slunk forth and into the Ancient’s grasp. “Fair enough,” he snorted – Kiada was prone to much the same nowadays.
Not expecting the compliment, his gaze widened slightly, and then returned to normal, amused. “Thank you. Hopefully he finds it to some benefit. I made a similar one for Kiada too.” Danta hadn’t visited often – though that was also an understandable feat.
