Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Lowering the target, to be defenseless in the future interims and intervals, he snorted and laughed amongst the rest. Once tallies and timeframes were taken, they’d all gone to clapping on backs and dispersing, so by the time Marcus arrived behind him, Deimos had already calculated a few other steps. Turning his head to glance over his shoulder at the young Olson, he managed another slight grin, strides beginning to maneuver in the direction of braziers and refilling the portions so the embers were more than just mere spitfires. “I do not like to make things easy,” came on veracity for the multitudes, and while he coaxed new flames and peeked into other venues, his mind wandered to more inquiring states.And while most could be centered on things occurring outside of the periphery, he let his calculations stay here instead. “What brings you here?”
