[SE] to a-void the inevitable

DEIMOS

The Sword presumed the ‘right sort of people’ meant more Ancients, to which he shook his head regardless, no intentions of altering his race nor abandoning his faith and credence in Safrin. “See. You will have a higher opinion of it once you have one,” to which he wrinkled his nose again, forcibly plucking the final snake from the tree – content when it hissed angrily within the cage.

Snagging the cage away from Dantalion, as Deimos would eventually have to wind his way back to Halo and find a suitable place to put the impending bait until their next sojourn, he was surprised by the Maverick’s response. Not unkindly though, just a quirk of his brow, the inclination of a grin. “My, how charitable.” Deimos could recall giving himself and Evie only a few days off for their honeymoon, though perhaps that was a workaholic problem. But then he laughed, shaking his head. “So nothing from the Grounds the rest of the season. Noted.”

Glancing back across the sweeping valleys and lands, he took a long breath, anticipating the routes of his journey. “Do you need anything else?”

think about this
you have the ability to survive anything

// I thought of angels choking on their halos //

That's exactly what Danta means, in fact, and as Deimos assures him that he'll be more appreciative of the bag of holding when he knows its true capabilities, the Maverick can only incline his head in humble agreement. In the meantime, with the cage full of snakes secured and the hissing purple coils of joy informing them accordingly about their entrapment, he happily surrenders the enclosure back to the Sword to put away.

Brushing his hands off against his pants and rolling his shoulders, he glances around in case there are a few lingering serpents to fight and scorch and perhaps yeet into the undergrowth. Finding nothing, though, he quells that sense of chaos in his blood. "Mm? Well, she deserves it. Surprising, I know, but I do not make her job all that easy." With a fiendish wink, he turns back the way they came and stretches his arms above his head.

"Nothing here, no. I'll be stopping further in town, though, before heading to Torchline. We should do this again soon - it was fun." He grins.

Dantalion

// get them drunk on rose water //

DEIMOS

Deimos could concur on the Kiada deserves it line – though he did laugh at the other portions. “I cannot imagine,” came on a sarcastic line, rearranging the cage so it would fit nicely into his bag, snorting. “Though I hope she returns the favor.” The Harpy wasn’t one to take such portions willingly, and the Sword presumed she had more than enough fire, vitriol, and bite, to interact with the other Ancient just fine.

They’d be able to part ways then. “Mm. I need to head there soon as well. For the pool party.” And if he made a face about it – something in equal parts dread and forbearing, then that was that. At the Maverick’s grin though, he laughed. “Sure. And maybe under better circumstances.” Rather than slaying void creatures or having to procure them as bait.

With a wave, the Sword headed off, back into the necessities his region required.

[FIN]

think about this
you have the ability to survive anything