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
Steady and certain, Deimos still waited for the culmination of efforts to warrant a reaction. Once the initial breath seemed to unfurl, he relaxed, snorting inwardly and permitting another loose smile as the Ancient inspected the coat. As Idalia slumbered onward on his chest, wholly unbothered by it all, the tests and measures persisted, allowing himself a laugh at one of the last statements. “You are welcome – and I would tend to agree with you, if you are referencing LongNight,” as they headed in the direction of said scope of eternal twilight and all the past agonies. never say of course; never let them drain the river of your soul
Tilting his head a fraction, he took another steady breath. “Should last you a little while in the cold, and I can always upgrade it later.” As he’d done for Kiada, and could do the same for Danta. He supposed, since they couldn’t overheat, it could be a more permanent fixture, but that would be up to the butcher to determine said wardrobe. “We can trade improvements for information,” he added with another wrinkle to his nose.
