unburned and alive

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame With everything finalized, vialed, and sealed off, Deimos took a moment to glance over the wares for both of them. Created, contorted, labeled, there was a small amount of pride in the notions, semblances, and potions – mostly because he’d never accomplished anything of this magnitude before. Potency and power were one thing – subversive, sneaky tendencies and no overwhelming bout of magnitude were something else altogether. His eyes lifted and shifted back to Ray, and he gave her another solemn nod, arranging the containers carefully, so she’d be able to take her portions home with little issue. “I promise.” The warnings had been there, and he’d act accordingly. “No, I believe I am set. Thank you very much for your guidance and wisdom. It is much appreciated.” He tilted his head, pondering, before letting it all flicker away for another day. “Be careful with yours too,” he added with a slight grin, before shifting his cranium toward his companions, and marching back the way they’d come; laden with specious supplies. {FIN <3} master of nothing place; of recoil and grace