Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
The Sword made it a point to nod towards others around them, his sense always honed in on surroundings, due to the multitudes of experiences. Festivals should’ve been in a comfort, but that ease had faded long, long ago – even as he strived to summon it back on occasion, the apprehension never quite left. So he extended acknowledgments to Noah, Alys, Despite the usual misgivings, he couldn’t help but laugh the moment she was caught. One round of laughter launched from his chest, with a smug grin to follow. “You would be the only one daring enough to approach,” and he wrinkled his nose at her, before hooking her arm along his elbow. “Food or dancing first then?”
