DEIMOS
At Loren’s admiration, the beast tilted his head, the smirk remaining chiseled within his features, a light-hearted gesture out of conversations embedded in tension and mistakes. “Invisibility cloak.” He trusted the Firebrand would assert and surmise the meaning behind the name – Deimos’ figure, while powerful, potent, and monolithic, tended to disregard stealth. Shifts were helpful in those instances, but if he deigned to utilize incantations at the same time, he wanted to be able to be under cover – some formation he would’ve relished and savored along Helovia. Different times, different lands, different worlds, all coming together in his calculations. On those semblances, the Sword folded the cloth, the boulder reappearing beneath tresses and fabric.“Hm. Could have been a good council meeting.” The snicker didn’t fade, just another arch of his brow in Loren’s direction as he placed the mantle back within his satchel, tucked away safely for another day. There might have been clearer, cooler heads in the sanction too, capable of wielding and dealing out explanations for their sides without threats, ultimatums, and other collisions. Instead, the healer had opted for a series of consequences, mountains from molehills, expanding, growing, unfurling above his head until they’d reached a peak.
The Warden’s demands could’ve been far worse – given the platitude of errors Loren had displayed. Such actions committed might’ve been costly, deadly, by the Firebrand’s efforts to dispel and hide; a Reaper wouldn’t have kept him in the council, and wouldn’t have instilled any further trust. Loren had been established and furnished in a harsh life lesson (the beast couldn’t ignore his own flaws and defects in those regards, failures added up, piled upon shoulders, until he carried them for eternities); but at least he fought to see another day. “Sounds fair.” Whether or not it would culminate would remain to be seen. “What will you do on your break?”
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
