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
LongNight seemed to spell treachery for any number of citizens; though most was from the past, and any unfortunate crescendos thereafter could be likely be partially blamed on other scenarios. Still, it haunted just the same, and if the newfound coat made the endless evenings a little better, then so be it. never say of course; never let them drain the river of your soul
He arched his brow at the evergreen embedded bell, taking hold of the offering as Astaroth seemed to settle into other work (briefly glancing to see him altering and attaching a wire). “Thought you might,” he added with a ghost of humor; reputations preceded and all that. The Sword knew enough people to etch and carve his own means and measures into Caido; but he also didn’t mind acquiring information and wisdom from the more furtive exploits. Survival had different aspects; some were just far murkier and duplicitous than others. His attention meandered back to the objects though, and given the array, some choices would eventually have to be made. “Which one are you bringing to the Feast?”
