DEIMOS
Deimos shrugged his shoulders, allowing the ghosts of amusement to intermingle with his concentrated work. And maybe another warning as well, amongst the guidance. “There are Ascended shrines too.” Though theirs seemed to be far more furtive; recalling the one Rexanna had led them to, amidst the library, collected behind shelves and protection. He could understand why – given predilections as of late, and half the notions of them being destroyed.
Arching a brow at the insinuation that Harper would break the glass, the cool measures of his smile remained. “I trust you are capable,” considering the man had launched from the railing without issue. But he watched, just in case, before bowing his head and beginning to create once more – the gilded entanglements flowing from his palms in a habitual pattern, the glass and details taking shape in a darker shade, of the rivulets and canals manifested along Torchline’s city, created by the deity and bridged by the cosmos.
Arching a brow at the insinuation that Harper would break the glass, the cool measures of his smile remained. “I trust you are capable,” considering the man had launched from the railing without issue. But he watched, just in case, before bowing his head and beginning to create once more – the gilded entanglements flowing from his palms in a habitual pattern, the glass and details taking shape in a darker shade, of the rivulets and canals manifested along Torchline’s city, created by the deity and bridged by the cosmos.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
