cover you when the sky comes crashing in
Memorable, indeed. Whatever remnants Erebos hadn’t managed to grab were probably still embedded into the Sword’s desk. Pressing his wake through the brush, brambles, and boughs as if they were nothing, he laughed at the notions that Erebos had been the more entertaining one – the youth was certainly amongst the outgoing portions of the Ignatius clan. “Glad to hear it. He sent me with a letter for you too,” which Deimos snagged from his pockets – said parchment had clearly been attempted at the origami arrangements of a ningo – slightly off-kilter, with detailed instructions, labels, diagrams, and pictures on how to make the perfect snowman. Glancing at it again, given how it had survived the journey, he passed it off to the Ancient. “Probably for the best. He would appreciate it.”
Maneuvering to where Ghilio had been rumored to be slumbering, his head tilted; surprised when Danta had nothing but his presence in mind. Eyes widened a fraction, showing the brief bewilderment, before the rumble of another laugh threatened in his chest. “Sure. Let me know.” Maybe Deimos could surprise them with something, regardless.
Twisting his hair off his neck once the warmth stuck more to his skin, he moved it into a messy bun and studied the landscape. “How did you plan on waking Ghilio?”
Maneuvering to where Ghilio had been rumored to be slumbering, his head tilted; surprised when Danta had nothing but his presence in mind. Eyes widened a fraction, showing the brief bewilderment, before the rumble of another laugh threatened in his chest. “Sure. Let me know.” Maybe Deimos could surprise them with something, regardless.
Twisting his hair off his neck once the warmth stuck more to his skin, he moved it into a messy bun and studied the landscape. “How did you plan on waking Ghilio?”
DEIMOS
