DEIMOS
Deimos wasn’t so much put off by the screaming as the inability to cease it. Or to know what to do with the current dilemma. Luckily for Noah, the Sword had long since become used to the wakes of chaos, the brands of warfare, and the wreckage of bedlam, so much so that in the midst of panic and apprehension, he remained calm and steadfast – like an ordinary day. Just with slightly wider eyes and inward praying that this wouldn't become completely unhinged.
Glancing down at Marcus, who remained very quiet and therefore immediately favored, his eyes then studied the nursery, pondering if there was something suitable for the time being. Would anything distract her until Cordelia returns? Did newborns enjoy toys? Could he make something? Could they even fixate on something jingling, jangling, or bright, flashing? He’d have to default to the Sentinel for that, given his short-term experience (but more than the Warden’s) with infants.
Glancing down at Marcus, who remained very quiet and therefore immediately favored, his eyes then studied the nursery, pondering if there was something suitable for the time being. Would anything distract her until Cordelia returns? Did newborns enjoy toys? Could he make something? Could they even fixate on something jingling, jangling, or bright, flashing? He’d have to default to the Sentinel for that, given his short-term experience (but more than the Warden’s) with infants.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
