Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Lulls were a rarity, often needing to be carved out of schedules like stone, taken and snagged at the opportunities. Procuring one was another matter, and by the time he’d sought out the solace of a respite, early afternoon emerged, only signified by the alteration of the sun. Sending a note along to Evie, unaware of her latest adventures, the Sword set about the Spartan-esque home in preparation.Hearth already well stocked and fueled, with the usual unicorn resting in front of it, Belial had made himself a nuisance by resting along the floor of the kitchen, barely avoided as Deimos wandered back and forth over the hardwood. Taking measure of supplies he had available, wrinkling his nose in consideration that they’d have to share some of these portions with other festival-goers, he’d probably overdone it – but residuals would be offered up to fellow soldiers, and then hidden and tucked away for himself.
Oven already prepped and heating, kettle on, the General began contorting and creating molds, cookie cutters, between the palms of his hands.
