[PQ] spirit cold

Deimos Being soaked by water wasn’t a deterrent in the slightest – the beast laughed at the deluge, soaked to the bone. Being born beside the sea had long since ensured he wasn’t bothered by anything in regards to the liquid, shrugging it off simply by tying the drenched strands of his hair back again. If anything, it kept him cool in the summer’s haze, and he merely nodded at Remi’s summation. He picked up the beams, following after the other man, to more measures of tunnels. The aspect, and reminder of days long since lost (better, in some proportions; as if rebellion through a bakery and under a jail cell could be considered such) drew something along his face – tilting his head through the murk of concentration. “Yes,” he made by way of a snort, a brief chuckle. “And it was mostly just that – ensuring there was ample support.” Wood upon wood upon wood, crossing and parallel, striving for survival in the dust and dirt – but both of them were stronger now. Deimos had faith in their abilities. -- Deimos moves the beams! Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime