who we are and all that we're trying to be
Deimos was always eternally aware of just how close he skimmed over damage of some nature; so while he was ignorant of Safrin’s thoughts, the Sword certainly knew how much he lingered on edges and fringes. Thereafter, at her smile, he unfurled a long, slow, steady breath, and did so in return.
Tempering the scale with dark magic wouldn’t be terribly difficult; he had enough friends, and his own machinations, to see the distinction through. He nodded, understanding the assignment, and placing the scale back into his bag for future purposes and endeavors. “Thank you,” and he bowed his head once more, respectful of her patience and contemplation. “I will not take as long this time,” meant to be somewhat jocular in his self-deprecating measures, before heading out, and away from the Citadel – notions of incantations firmly on his mind.
{FIN <3}
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
