to forge

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Careful and methodical, but juvenile and boyish all the same, he was half-tempted to say you will know and let the enigmas remain embedded there. It’d taken a burning down of a bar, blatant panic, and drunken caterwauling from Loren for Deimos to figure it out, but they’d mustered it along in the end. “Put it close to your ear when you hear voices coming from it.” His gaze went towards the window, mind calculating how long it might take the courier to amble his way towards the barracks. “We will give you a few minutes.” Then, with the encouragement of Soleil, he snorted, granting a nod. “Of course,” incapable of tucking the mischief and notions entirely away. They could give Talyson some spare moments to go down the winding stairs and towards the training area, before implementing, and he lowered his portion of the phone-pair, so that she might start speaking into it. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace