DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
The art of his deflection oeuvres suited him just fine, and he’d always kept his secrets very well. Helovia had a knack for instilling the ability to grasp and gain information without readily supplying much of his own; furtive, covert, even if the subject matter had been immersed on his accord. But this has been simply for laughs, and he could only imagine the look on Hotaru’s face at some future inquiries. It made the Cheshire grin deepen. “Only if you are very bold.” A statement to be taken any way Seren inclined, and he maneuvered no further.
With only warnings bestowed lately from the Sword, Belial was more than happy to encourage scratches from a more welcoming party – he inclined the lightest sneer towards Deimos – and then bent his antlered head towards Seren’s palms.
Safrin’s daughter apparently traversed quite openly; another name recognized with great fondness unfurled, and he smiled, though far less juvenile and boyish this time. “Yes.” Another friend he considered family – and it took him a moment to realize just how many he’d acquired over the expanse of time, from being wounded, marred, grieving, and dejected, to rising above the surface, to gaining new ground. The Reaper’s close-knit comrades could’ve been counted on one hand. Somehow the Sword had gained far more.
But he shook his head from the clatter and rush of thoughts, of fortune over the pitfalls, surmising machinations over her inquiry instead. “You should ask her. I could see where there would be a great benefit to having members from other regions.” More information, more witnesses, more areas to survey and surmise within the channels and potential for newfound wildlife.
With only warnings bestowed lately from the Sword, Belial was more than happy to encourage scratches from a more welcoming party – he inclined the lightest sneer towards Deimos – and then bent his antlered head towards Seren’s palms.
Safrin’s daughter apparently traversed quite openly; another name recognized with great fondness unfurled, and he smiled, though far less juvenile and boyish this time. “Yes.” Another friend he considered family – and it took him a moment to realize just how many he’d acquired over the expanse of time, from being wounded, marred, grieving, and dejected, to rising above the surface, to gaining new ground. The Reaper’s close-knit comrades could’ve been counted on one hand. Somehow the Sword had gained far more.
But he shook his head from the clatter and rush of thoughts, of fortune over the pitfalls, surmising machinations over her inquiry instead. “You should ask her. I could see where there would be a great benefit to having members from other regions.” More information, more witnesses, more areas to survey and surmise within the channels and potential for newfound wildlife.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
