Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
Revelry and merriment, though not often experienced prior to Caido, was something Deimos had finally learned to live with and strive for. To take those moments in between the tragedies, the traumas, the treacheries, and the trials, to simply allow themselves instances of happiness and contentment. Few, rare, and caught in the nooses of other devastations and perils, the wedding was intended for the Sword and Shield, but also the enjoyment of others – their friends, their families, their bonded, close allies and comrades. Something to focus on, in the present, in the threshold of soulful regard, something to cling to in hours of impending, forbidding horrors, something besides agonizing, digging into melancholy, or burrowing themselves into work.
Her inquiry made him laugh though, a deep rumble through his chest and out into the ether, recalling their very brief instance of silent, hushed fighting, a rivalry, over provisions in the bakery. “Yes.” A firm nod, since she seemed to have a penchant for sweets as much as him, and there was damned and doomed to be ensuing competition. “A variety of flavors to choose from.” Likely a mass of other things lined up as well, but the important factions already reported.
Her inquiry made him laugh though, a deep rumble through his chest and out into the ether, recalling their very brief instance of silent, hushed fighting, a rivalry, over provisions in the bakery. “Yes.” A firm nod, since she seemed to have a penchant for sweets as much as him, and there was damned and doomed to be ensuing competition. “A variety of flavors to choose from.” Likely a mass of other things lined up as well, but the important factions already reported.
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
DEIMOS
