Deimos
suns for bones and constellations for eyes
Some rumble came along the acceptance, as they both adhered to the trade without any further parameters or antics. He took half a moment to drop the boot to the snow-laden ground and place his foot back within, and in that space of time he was viciously tempted to up-end her over his shoulder. The Sword could imagine some wailing, screaming, screeches reverberating along the cobblestones and homes, but upon surveying the amount of timber still left in the sled, he justified the juvenile inclinations with only a subtle twist of his snicker.His hands remained along her legs to ensure she didn’t drop off into the road, despite earlier notions, and carted the vessel along as well. But recognition upon the next house gave him a noticeable alteration in his spine, straightening and tightening, as the Seawrights’ residence became more and more evident before them.
Deimos didn’t hide the sigh beginning to build in his chest, and eventually escaping through a long breath, puffing out into the air. Having no grudge or bitterness towards Talyson’s siblings, nor the family overall, he wouldn’t pass by without offering the same as everyone else – but the rancor remained, lodged somewhere in his bones. His vocals muffled the irritation though, granting Evie a chance. “Do you want to do the honors?”
