Deimos
Once Belial had finished his own dinner, his greedy little eyes turned on the remaining portions – yet to be cooked, but he wasn’t picky. Deimos ignored him for attention upon Kiada anyway, nodding at her preference and snagging at the materials. She might’ve preferred raw, but he didn’t, placing the pan and the pieces of meat upon the stove, and waiting for things to heat up.
At her insistence in assistance, he smiled, gesturing his jawline towards the starch nearby. “You are more than welcome to peel the potatoes,” and she’d be able to find an adequate knife in the next drawer over. Well, in any of the drawers, if she really went looking. The Sword was always prepared.
While he tended to the ursur, his curiosity contorted, reshaping from prior conversations. “Did you ever find anything for Fox?”
At her insistence in assistance, he smiled, gesturing his jawline towards the starch nearby. “You are more than welcome to peel the potatoes,” and she’d be able to find an adequate knife in the next drawer over. Well, in any of the drawers, if she really went looking. The Sword was always prepared.
While he tended to the ursur, his curiosity contorted, reshaping from prior conversations. “Did you ever find anything for Fox?”
what does it mean to look upon a ruin
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
