DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Ever the scrutinizing, analytical, calculating individual, his eyes scanned the hut itself, and then as he proceeded within. When there were no obvious threats detected from the quick, initial piercing glances, though he did make a note to peek into the cauldron, he snagged at the stool beside the metal pot. Both companions were left outside (likely safer for Mildew’s house that way, given Belial’s stunts, and Zuriel’s size), and when he finally settled down – finding he might’ve far preferred outside, the Sword’s gaze reeled back to the witch.A residual arch of his brow snagged and centered on the cards, and though there was a predilection to frown at the question, the soldier didn’t ignore it. He fought a familiar wrinkle to his nose, some drawn in irritation nettled at the base of his spine, leaning backwards so his long limbs stretched out, gazing upwards at the ceiling for a moment while he measured out a response. For, in all honesty, a part of him didn’t want to believe any of these matters were pre-ordained or winding fate. That he wasn’t looking for anything in particular. That he knew exactly what he wanted to do. Maybe that was the place to start.
“We want to get Halo out of the clutches of its current leader.” A lower rumble, tone no longer light and teasing, but the truth of it. His arms folded across his chest, a long breath unfurling through his lungs. Not a challenge, not a dare, but some manner of provocation in his stare. What did her cards have to say about those actions?
Unite and spread the heart apart
