Deimos
Halo, and his home, were a solace, a comfort, in the unwinding measures of what recent developments had brought them. This of course extended to the boundaries of their porch, where tables and chairs, with fire pits and blankets, had long since been assembled, the former crackling to life as his presence permitted. He maintained his prowess there for now too, a journal page open and embedded with new sketches.
The flourish of the charcoal from his hand kept him occupied too, a mind not entirely buried in the potential onslaughts and ominous decrees from recent dreams. Permitting the glide of sable elements to begin construction over a set of lanterns for the foyer, the Warden intended to make something not reminiscent of the same caliber as the ones utilized during the Festival of Lights. Head down and bowed, his brow furrowed, the Sword persisted in making multiple designs and fixtures, prompting him more than once to cease entirely, study the marks, and then start again, dissatisfied with some particular arrangement.
The flourish of the charcoal from his hand kept him occupied too, a mind not entirely buried in the potential onslaughts and ominous decrees from recent dreams. Permitting the glide of sable elements to begin construction over a set of lanterns for the foyer, the Warden intended to make something not reminiscent of the same caliber as the ones utilized during the Festival of Lights. Head down and bowed, his brow furrowed, the Sword persisted in making multiple designs and fixtures, prompting him more than once to cease entirely, study the marks, and then start again, dissatisfied with some particular arrangement.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
