DEIMOS
Perhaps it was a sort of whimsy no one would expect out of the Sword – but he always held a steadfast mischief right below the surface of inscrutable, nonchalant features and apathetic masks. Over the years he’d like to think he’d not been as unyielding as before; prone to antics and ridiculous machinations simply because he could, rather than being the eternal stone-cold piece of Halo’s landscape. Dependent on situations, so it seemed; and as he wasn’t waging war, battling, or delving into politics at present, he could afford to relent and relax into celebrations and festive arrangements. At least before something else occurred; Caido’s predilections hovering right on the edge of circumstances lately.
When Icarus managed to make up his mind, Deimos nodded, keeping the snort inward, the rumble moving along through his chest. He’d much prefer the soldier to learn decisive measures, no matter how small the notions. “Sure. Take one of these long stems,” pointing to a bunch he’d already placed along the table for impending use. “Use it to measure around your head.” A starting point, just as he’d done with Idalia’s much smaller bounty – placing that down as an example for impending, finished products. He snagged at another one, and avoiding the infant’s rampant grasp, fitted it neatly over his cranium and hair to gauge size needed for the circlet to fit, and stay, properly.
The infant, in a very familiar pattern of her bloodline, wrinkled her nose when Icarus’s own flower disappeared into his hair – then sniffed, before Deimos managed to distract her with another small piece of blackberry.
When Icarus managed to make up his mind, Deimos nodded, keeping the snort inward, the rumble moving along through his chest. He’d much prefer the soldier to learn decisive measures, no matter how small the notions. “Sure. Take one of these long stems,” pointing to a bunch he’d already placed along the table for impending use. “Use it to measure around your head.” A starting point, just as he’d done with Idalia’s much smaller bounty – placing that down as an example for impending, finished products. He snagged at another one, and avoiding the infant’s rampant grasp, fitted it neatly over his cranium and hair to gauge size needed for the circlet to fit, and stay, properly.
The infant, in a very familiar pattern of her bloodline, wrinkled her nose when Icarus’s own flower disappeared into his hair – then sniffed, before Deimos managed to distract her with another small piece of blackberry.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
