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
The seasonal designs caused him to pitch a laugh; though instead of a loud chuckle it presided as a low rumble, not wanting to awaken the child or stir her back into her wildness. “I will see what I can do.” At first, he did much as requested – the creative assortments intermingling through his hands in golden glows – figments of earth, of water and fire to assort the necessary temperature arrangements – before creation flowed outward into exact, precise measures. Some were of those snowmen; pinpointed in amusing or serious aspects depending on wayward expressions, before he began on evergreen wreaths flowing outward with gentle boughs, then moved on to luxere and their elongated antlers, as if the whole of the racks could wrap all the way around.never say of course; never let them drain the river of your soul
While he worked though, it wasn’t terribly awful to listen and chat. “I am fond of the auroras. They have a particular presence nowadays,” before the eternal evening set upon them – something to cherish across the horizons and skylines.
Another small smile chiseled its way into his features for half a moment, amused by Danta’s antics with a singular jacket. “Let me know if you would want one too. Could make a matching set,” by way of teasing.
