DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
There was no feeling of regret or rue by the disappointment on her features; Deimos often claimed calculations and reality over the boundaries of fancies and visions. Truth be told, traversing along the Wilds without a hint of the potential behind becoming lost, forlorn, and riddling a latent death sentence, was far more foolish. “And finding more threats as a result,” he finished the end of the statement – having been prone to stepping right into those lethal whims.
But there were treeflits to discover and decipher, and as she cleared out a smoothed over proportion of snow, he did relent to the thought of note-taking. Conjuring a piece of parchment in his palm, and charcoal to suit, he studied and contemplated her sketching, following suit in the same stead. Broader lines and heavier outputs, so they’d remain more prominent fixtures on the paper, and he nodded as she detailed feathered reptiles, no legs, and intertwining several within branches and brambles. On the bottom he labeled the design, and then noted the stubbornness, and knack for shiny objects. “Like this?” And he maneuvered the picture over to show; wanting to ensure it maintained the realism.
As for Hotaru, the Sword kept his promise, muffling his laughter until it ceased into the edges of a juvenile smile. “You should ask her about her mosquito shift.”
But there were treeflits to discover and decipher, and as she cleared out a smoothed over proportion of snow, he did relent to the thought of note-taking. Conjuring a piece of parchment in his palm, and charcoal to suit, he studied and contemplated her sketching, following suit in the same stead. Broader lines and heavier outputs, so they’d remain more prominent fixtures on the paper, and he nodded as she detailed feathered reptiles, no legs, and intertwining several within branches and brambles. On the bottom he labeled the design, and then noted the stubbornness, and knack for shiny objects. “Like this?” And he maneuvered the picture over to show; wanting to ensure it maintained the realism.
As for Hotaru, the Sword kept his promise, muffling his laughter until it ceased into the edges of a juvenile smile. “You should ask her about her mosquito shift.”
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
