tides of thunder

but the darker the weather, the better the man

you can take all you want

A quiet chuckle is given to Deimos at the response. It makes sense, he understands why after having met her now. But it still seemed annoying, to feel like stepping on tiptoes just because she was around again – the variety of those that simply feared her because of her name and what she had tried to do. She supposes that might be how the rebels of Korofi had felt when he’d neared, despite having done nothing in comparison to the shit his father had done. “They have good tastes.” He acknowledges with a knowing smirk, at least until they’re looking over the diagrams.

His eyes follow the lines of the diagram, hearing Deimos mention he wanted to attach one here, to the rest of the barracks. A good thought, for defenses and strength where it might be the most powerful. But at the mention of the storms, his gaze lifts toward the Sword again with a shake of his head. “I haven’t.” A quiet admission. He hadn’t ventured out much, now that he thinks about it. “I went to the Greatwood… Three times I think? I had the blight so I can’t recall much unfortunately. No storms though.” And that’s where he frowns, reaching up absentmindedly to brush against the scar on his shoulder from Phoebe’s bite while she’d been blighted too.

but not who i am

SuNJATA