DEIMOS
He felt the teasing measures pulsing through their connection – and were they alone Deimos might rolled his eyes and insinuated a multitude of other taunting measures and goading challenges; but there were too many things to accomplish. So he settled for an arch of his brow, eyes finding hers, the merest smirk and snicker, accompanied with a quality over quantity remark, before turning his attention back to games.
The list had held a great variety of choices, but they seemed to register the notions with aplomb, allowing for the slightest edges of mischief to settle over the atmosphere. Besides, the necessities for each of the diversions didn’t seem difficult at all: Loren procuring the bottle for his selected entertainment, flags procured (despite Oliver’s apprehension) for capture the flag, he noted with a keen nod “These will do nicely,” to ensure the younger man that everything was well. And then came Kiada and her feral grin, wickedness returned for a brief moment, before he concocted the essential items – multitudes of the aforementioned orbs, crimson in color, sure to make a resounding, ricocheting sound upon hitting opponents.
Afterwards, after ensuring there was an adequate, designated space for each particular vocation and sport, his gaze shifted over towards the musical gathering, the familiar intonations of Amun sliding over. Once they were finished, it was time to set up the decorations and dance floor, though it appeared that Jigano had done a multitude of the latter already, perimeter achieved (much wider than last year's; maybe he and Amalia's distinctions of running over everyone assembled had made an impression). Perhaps they could all collaborate on these components then – the décor needing to be either made or put somewhere.
“We can come together for decorations,” and he lifted his head towards Amalia, awaiting either some teasing decadence, acceptance, or anything else nestled between. His eyes then went to the gathered, more than enough hands to settle into the notions of assembling ribbons and bunting, and then extending them out into the fold, enticing and alluring. “Between the lot of us, we can either make or place them.” Then he shifted back into his eagle form, a declaration of what he’d be doing (because honestly; his talents were not in threads and streamers), beak taking hold of one already shaped, intending to fly off and tie it where it was needed, return again and again until they were through.
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Decorations: make them or place them! Let Amalia give you directions over what they’re using and/or you can follow Deimos around to put them in various spots. ;D
The list had held a great variety of choices, but they seemed to register the notions with aplomb, allowing for the slightest edges of mischief to settle over the atmosphere. Besides, the necessities for each of the diversions didn’t seem difficult at all: Loren procuring the bottle for his selected entertainment, flags procured (despite Oliver’s apprehension) for capture the flag, he noted with a keen nod “These will do nicely,” to ensure the younger man that everything was well. And then came Kiada and her feral grin, wickedness returned for a brief moment, before he concocted the essential items – multitudes of the aforementioned orbs, crimson in color, sure to make a resounding, ricocheting sound upon hitting opponents.
Afterwards, after ensuring there was an adequate, designated space for each particular vocation and sport, his gaze shifted over towards the musical gathering, the familiar intonations of Amun sliding over. Once they were finished, it was time to set up the decorations and dance floor, though it appeared that Jigano had done a multitude of the latter already, perimeter achieved (much wider than last year's; maybe he and Amalia's distinctions of running over everyone assembled had made an impression). Perhaps they could all collaborate on these components then – the décor needing to be either made or put somewhere.
“We can come together for decorations,” and he lifted his head towards Amalia, awaiting either some teasing decadence, acceptance, or anything else nestled between. His eyes then went to the gathered, more than enough hands to settle into the notions of assembling ribbons and bunting, and then extending them out into the fold, enticing and alluring. “Between the lot of us, we can either make or place them.” Then he shifted back into his eagle form, a declaration of what he’d be doing (because honestly; his talents were not in threads and streamers), beak taking hold of one already shaped, intending to fly off and tie it where it was needed, return again and again until they were through.
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Decorations: make them or place them! Let Amalia give you directions over what they’re using and/or you can follow Deimos around to put them in various spots. ;D
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
