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
Deimos nodded, anticipating the concentration of sketching might take a moment or two, and occupied himself by outfitting several other bells in different seasonal arrangements. While Astaroth presided over the necessary details, the Sword had concocted several configurations; including mistletoe and holly berry laden etchings and edges, a horse drawn sleigh, and laden hot springs, as if they might be advertisements for Halo itself. Amused by the sentiment, he eventually placed them aside when Astaroth’s paper came back into view.never say of course; never let them drain the river of your soul
His eyes studied and scrutinized the work – very similar to what he’d already contorted for Danta – with a few more proportions and necessities that made it Astaroth infused. “Feasible,” he joked with a glint of a grin, and as the Ancient shifted to accomplish his own works, Deimos set to his.
Taking in a long breath, he carefully orchestrated the sentiments from parchment to his mind. Elements settled beneath his skin suddenly pulsed and leapt all over again; the creative adornments fresh in gilded glows surrounding his palms. Within instances and frameworks, the trench coat began to form under his power, crimson, burgundy exterior much like wine or blood, fabric touched and scorched by the necessities and requirements of velvet and wool. Tilting his head as it came to fruition, he examined, before shaking it out and waiting to present it to the butcher.
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Deimos has created:
Little Burgundy Trench Coat: This velvet and wool trench coat can sustain an Ancient in the cold for one IC post per thread.
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Basic | Cost: Other
