after fury
what do you do
Oh, he saw her, and those nuances of pride in her ability to rise above all the circumstances, all the upheaval, all the mercurial trials, flickered through their attuned bond – his slight smile otherwise justifying their measures. Good for Kiada, for finally finding a place for herself, to place her efforts, her strength, her fortitude, into something substantial and solid. So he didn’t pay attention or fold into the eaves of ghosts surrounding them, the edges of fire burning against his memories, merely waiting, quiet and stoic, reserved and patient, for whatever was required. There was a brief smirk embedded along his mouth as the insinuation that he’d make anything missing; truthful enough, nodding his agreement at the assignation. The General listened to the tasks, eyes flickering briefly to Wessex as she went for the trophy wall, deep tones proffering his potential. “I can do the bookshelves.” He was not particularly picky for any of the necessities, and since he’d done a fair amount of carpentry work lately, headed for the supplies of timber to design, orchestrate, and put together the shelving. He grabbed hold of what he thought he’d need, and then marched towards the wall, hands readily applying hammer, nail, and lumber, not yet requiring his enchantments or invocations.
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Deimos goes to make the bookshelves for the information wall!
with the remains?
DEIMOS
