Deimos
He didn’t expect the amount of reasons or their unwavering prowess from Luka; pondering if he’d been studied too. Deimos was used to being the one scrutinizing and examining, looking for edges and schemes and movements, patterns of thought or flags of reason; to believe someone else had been doing the same to him permitted a sudden snort to volley through. “I am trying to be better,” he assured, but truly the efforts had been low – since Starfall had occurred they’d all been seemingly doubling their methods of madness into ensuring safety and protection, shelter and sanctity.
Nor would the Sword consider himself passionate – too sedate, too calm, too composed – but maybe it was the experience of battle and range that sought through the definition. The disregard of others that didn’t matter to him had certainly been a learning curve, and he couldn’t help but laugh. “That comes with time, knowledge, and boundaries too.” Or maybe just his own, given Soleil’s age. “But thank you.” He’d take them as compliments and perhaps pivotal reminders.
Catching Luka’s indication about the crevice he couldn’t reach, Deimos sunk his machinations back into the fold as he listened to the other exploits and ventures. No need for schooling, already decent at hunting, meandering around the notions of soldier-dom but not at the same time, utility…pondering it further, his head tilted again, allowing for the notions that he was lost in thought and enchantments simultaneously. “Have you met any gods yet?” Because that could be a path of its own. “But we will always have need for smiths, carpenters, construction…or even mending, if you want to try your hand at assisting in the infirmary.”
Nor would the Sword consider himself passionate – too sedate, too calm, too composed – but maybe it was the experience of battle and range that sought through the definition. The disregard of others that didn’t matter to him had certainly been a learning curve, and he couldn’t help but laugh. “That comes with time, knowledge, and boundaries too.” Or maybe just his own, given Soleil’s age. “But thank you.” He’d take them as compliments and perhaps pivotal reminders.
Catching Luka’s indication about the crevice he couldn’t reach, Deimos sunk his machinations back into the fold as he listened to the other exploits and ventures. No need for schooling, already decent at hunting, meandering around the notions of soldier-dom but not at the same time, utility…pondering it further, his head tilted again, allowing for the notions that he was lost in thought and enchantments simultaneously. “Have you met any gods yet?” Because that could be a path of its own. “But we will always have need for smiths, carpenters, construction…or even mending, if you want to try your hand at assisting in the infirmary.”
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
