DEIMOS
Placing finishing touches and testing the quality of the property, he hadn’t known he was being so closely watched and monitored. Only when the task was completed, and the gilded fringes faded away from his palms, did he glance upward – tilting his head as she admitted her plan. “That is likely to be very appreciated.” Raven feathers for a friend lost in another bizarre way; to have made it through the invasion, to escape unscathed, to arrive at Noah’s side, only to be lost in the depths of Torchline. A bizarre interlude, and hopefully in time they’d discover what truly transpired. If there was some other venue of vehemence and vengeance to be taken. At the acceptance of the other feathers though, he nodded, gaze going to Belial. On a silent connection and instruction, the peryton hastened off, likely to snag at the chosen feathers, and whatever else distracted him in the interim.
Her response gave him pause, an accord of agreement pervading through Attuned bonds, unaware if she could feel them in human form. Deimos could list a fair amount of entitled individuals who’d believed themselves worthy of receiving gifts or tokens or anything from him with naught else. “No, it is not. But that is why I am working on it.” A soft smile followed, before rolling the quiver back and forth, flicking it from hand to hand. “Is this your first Deepfrost outside of Halo?”
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
