[SWE] The Feast of Bells - 320PC

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The tables and seats woven with branches and brambles was an amusing touch, and a welcome reprieve from the potential of being tossed from a hammock. Snagging at both their plates so Erebos could rush off and claim a spot, his eyes flickered amidst the crowd again, then along to shadowy eaves and fixtures, waiting for something that might not come. Once they’d settled, especially in an area where he could see multiple surroundings at once, the calmer platitudes returned. With a long breath, his eyes narrowed, speculative and scrutinizing, gaze intending to catch a drift of golden light or some vague depiction of monsters with sand and too many eyes. Instead, he had his son next to him, talking away. With a vague laugh and a shake of his head, he opted to let the moment roll into something pleasant, rather than what his mind could concoct. “Which is your favorite? We could always snag more for leftovers at home.” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace