and then we mend again

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Committing those names to memory, he simply listened to Noah revel in enthusiasm. Shaking his head, amused, he crouched and began putting the new shingles in place. Both hammers were swift, and he maneuvered upwards to better angles as the Sentinel remained in one area – inspecting frequently, to ensure this sort of thing didn’t occur again (at least, not until the next massive storm). Creating more shingles further along, and repeating the same patterns, his eyes flicked back to Noah as the advisor’s words were muffled by nails. The semblances of pride rampaging through the bond were formidable nuances, causing the Sword to follow through on his own half-grins, striving to form jocular semblances through it all. “Going to show them off around Halo?” He wouldn’t put it past the demigod. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace