SASCHA
Sascha had a tendency to rant, especially when he got happy over something like; giving a friend a gift they really liked. As he stood there rambling he saw (for once) the smile lurking in Deimos which made him stop for a second, blinking his eyes and he figured out what was amusing Deimos. As the lightbulb turned on in his head a wide grin overtook his face as he scratched the back of his head some a bit embarrassed. Yes Sascha hadn't really gone through many bad things in his life yet which probably made his ramblings a bit to naively innocent from time to time (more like always). He was however on his way in a slow pace but had a long way to go yet and to be honest his personality wasn't something that would easily change after all. He shined as bright as ever getting the praise that was always very well welcomed to hear considering he lived for his work and to be fair also was very good at it. Even if that was something Sascha probably never would see himself.
Sascha was a good artisan but pretty poor on everything else that was not artistic. He loved the arts; all from crafts to cooking and was good at most genres except weapons making, go figure haha. Though he did indeed have plans on learning it some day however.
As Deimos told him he was going to try it out that slight nervousness filled him up again since he would be mortified if it didn't fit well after all the calculations he had made. He watched as Deimos put that lovely bow down and how he took a hold at the sword to try it out. With a sigh of relief he watched the perfect fit happen before him and grinned in that boyish way again in triumph over that everything literally had worked out. "That is perfect!" Yes he couldn't hold the relief back at all anymore and turned right back into that bubble he had felt like before the nervousness, replying the grin he got from Deimos. "Now you will have an easy way to see which sword is yours as well! It fits you perfectly if i may say so myself!"
He stretched content out in front of Deimos before he walked over to the bow to pick it up as he couldn't help it. One would instantly think that he would do it in the same awkward manner as he held a sword but to the universes surprise he picked it up in a way as easily as one got dressed in the morning. "I have missed the bow, i truly have! It's literally the only weapon i have ever been good at handling." He said with that longing in his voice, making a mental note that he needed to make one for himself one of these days. "Would you mind if i took a few shots wit it?" He asked hopefully as he looked at Deimos in the bright way that seamed to exist only with Sascha. Yes he would never just shoot a bow that wasn't even his.
Sascha was a good artisan but pretty poor on everything else that was not artistic. He loved the arts; all from crafts to cooking and was good at most genres except weapons making, go figure haha. Though he did indeed have plans on learning it some day however.
As Deimos told him he was going to try it out that slight nervousness filled him up again since he would be mortified if it didn't fit well after all the calculations he had made. He watched as Deimos put that lovely bow down and how he took a hold at the sword to try it out. With a sigh of relief he watched the perfect fit happen before him and grinned in that boyish way again in triumph over that everything literally had worked out. "That is perfect!" Yes he couldn't hold the relief back at all anymore and turned right back into that bubble he had felt like before the nervousness, replying the grin he got from Deimos. "Now you will have an easy way to see which sword is yours as well! It fits you perfectly if i may say so myself!"
He stretched content out in front of Deimos before he walked over to the bow to pick it up as he couldn't help it. One would instantly think that he would do it in the same awkward manner as he held a sword but to the universes surprise he picked it up in a way as easily as one got dressed in the morning. "I have missed the bow, i truly have! It's literally the only weapon i have ever been good at handling." He said with that longing in his voice, making a mental note that he needed to make one for himself one of these days. "Would you mind if i took a few shots wit it?" He asked hopefully as he looked at Deimos in the bright way that seamed to exist only with Sascha. Yes he would never just shoot a bow that wasn't even his.
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