Deimos
suns for bones and constellations for eyes
Oh, he had expected some form of vengeance, but it was all the more amusing to tease and taunt, see what other things he could pull out of her. Cleverness, persistence, perseverance, flushed cheeks or wayward mischief; content with explorations of any of the latter. Besides, there were far worse actions they could be doing in the middle of the day. Like presently, he mulled over the possibility of dumping her in a nearby snowbank, but the lost article of clothing prevented him from too much – for the moment.Cheeks still bulging as he divested the rest of the granola with satisfying, and loud, crunches, he angled his eyes and head to catch her glances, the batting of lashes earning her not much more than a snort. Eventually he swallowed the rest of the chocolate infused bar, contemplating the next range of actions. “I do,” but he wasn’t going to tell her where, not without some form of compromise. “I will trade you for my boot.”
