[PQ] with our backs against the wall

D e i m o s

Send a heartbeat to the void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass

His eyes flickered back and forth between them as they arrived, mouth and teeth busy with a pumpkin scone, pondering if he should’ve given them another day’s rest. The work was hard, and they were vigilant, but he was apprehensive of sudden movements, shifts in earth, and if their minds, their forms, weren’t sharp, then it could spell disaster. Once he’d finished, nodded his greetings, his attention lingered back to Remi – pondering if not the nails themselves, but the hammering, the brutal force behind the impacts, had been enough to tear and uproot loam. He took a moment to consider it, and couldn’t find any fault or reason to disregard the measures. “Worth a shot. I would rather not have to redo our work.” So he turned to start again, shovel in hand, but Remi had already begun his ministrations and invocations, leaving Deimos to ponder the lengths of earth magic and how useful it must be – life drain had no efficiency here, and his creation magic had been put to use elsewhere. At the very least, it gave him time to rest the juncture and sanction of his muscles already put to use, the smallest of smiles tucked in the corner of his lips when Rory remarked upon his pile and continued preparing the rest. He grabbed hold of several blocks of timber, so when Remi had finished opening up a larger amount of space, and it looked to be time to put in more support, he had the beams ready. The warrior extended his hand out to Remi, a brief, shining, gilded glow in the palm, extending the nails to him. His stare glanced over to Jigano, a request in his vocals. “Help me hold these, while Remi puts in the nails?” He lifted one board, intending to keep it still, sure, certain, and solid. -- No post order! For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate