Deimos
suns for bones and constellations for eyes
The Sword was not one for rushing. Never had been – a meticulous, detailed, scrupulous soldier, calculating degrees of machinations long before ever coming into this world. Caido had taught him a great many things, and swallowing down, learning, over heartbreak and triumphs had been perhaps the most difficult. Maybe that was why they took their time, with hosts of losses and melancholies to wade through, before claiming anything else rightfully theirs. And in the end, it’d be worth the time and efforts – placing down firm, formidable foundations, in relationships and statures.Peeling away another set of logs, he glanced back down as she lingered along his side, detailing other pieces and potentials. He wouldn’t begrudge anyone their occupation in other matters, and the Warden wasn’t one for the spotlight anyway. Discussions of house remodeling earned another furrow to his brow, but only in thought, not annals of frustration. “Could always expand it slowly.” He’d been known to construct from time to time anyway, and with earth magic and their experience, the process might not be as painful or labor intensive. “I am certain she can manage,” though he’d deal with the aftermath of dirty looks and mare glares for seasons afterward. “As long as she is appeased,” he offered with a wrinkled nose, pondering how many treats he’d have to sacrifice for the cause. “But you could have your own plant room too. Without Belial interfering.”
