DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Sketches outlined along the parchment – overarching themes instead of finite details, when the sound of others began to echo into the otherwise empty place. His head lifted, eyes widening slightly to see Darkeye there – though perhaps he shouldn’t have been surprised, given the other man’s promises. Maybe Deimos presumed many didn’t follow through on their assurances and pledges, given the experiences in his life. The first inquiry though sent the slightest wrinkle to his nose, gaze settling on the scorched timber for an instant – no dragon actions or rejoinders. Just his own foolishness and rage, the conspiring need for vengeance. “No. That was from me.” But it’d be gone soon too – replaced by better parts. He returned the handshake thereafter though. “Thank you for coming.”The other that entered though was completely unfamiliar to him, and he arched a brow at the woman, committing the name to the face. He could remember a time, a place, where all he’d ever done was assist with strangers too. Probably still did, if they were being honest. That proportion of him hadn’t altered. So he offered his hand towards her as well. “You may help,” and then a slight smile, before relinquishing back to necessities.
Holding up the paper, he pointed to a couple of notations already made. “I was hoping to replace the boards,” which he’d see to personally, considering he’d been the one to contort the damage. “And take down the ropes around the boxing ring.” They were clearly warped and frayed, though that hadn’t been from him (he figured – his aim had been for the other building anyway). Likely from time and use. “Then I have a couple more things for us to do, but that is enough for now.” They’d need to finish on what they started first, regardless.
From there, he permitted them to wander towards the ring, while he gathered up the wood already laying in planks nearby, preparing to exchange.
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Deimos is off to replace/repair the scorched boards, while
Unite and spread the heart apart
