DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Content with the notion that there is now alcohol in his hand, he took a few swigs before immersing himself into the reel of conversation, only delivering a snicker towards Evie (who apparently also wouldn’t be able to get through the proceedings without assistance). Out of habit, and striving to remain busy, he selected his seating but automatically began cutting and slicing portions of their meat selection, listening all the while. The Sword couldn’t help the underlying tension rankling through, either from the proceedings of LongNight, or something else altogether. His jaw clenched once or twice, clearly not intending to engage in small talk (never been his forte, no matter which life lived).Samuel’s deflection was an intriguing one, enough so that the monolith turned his head towards the Ascended, an arch to his otherwise reticent features. Suspicion coiled within him, and a brief narrowing of his eyes followed, because their wedding had been slightly before DeepFrost, and there’d been multitudes of other things thereafter.
But he’d play along, for now.
Indulgent, and intending a cheeky grin for Amalia, the vocals rumbled a singular word. “Perfect.” Then a pause, pondering, contorting, waiting for something else to unravel through the tension, attention riveting, pinpointing, back to Sam. “What have you been working on here?”
Unite and spread the heart apart
