DEIMOS
Deimos maintained his perfected semblance and oeuvre of absolute reticence as more assistance arrived. If he was surprised, bewildered, or distracted by Wessex’s appearance, he indicated nothing, proffering a nod of respect that was always indicated and extended between warriors. There was no side-glance to Jigano, understanding only a slight version of their fraught, treacherous history, and only the lightest breath held, watching, waiting, for something to dissolve, to erupt, to pool across in venues of chaos.Then there was another, and he granted a nod too – a stranger, but seemingly in proximity with Wessex. In the end, it’d be nothing more than a shrug, not delving or crawling into any particular landmines.
Rather than stoking, instigating, or casting fires, the Sword listened to the instructions: the tasks seemingly simple enough, renderings of entertainment for LongNight (capable of comprehending why; when he often wanted to climb up the walls or pace the floors in utter restlessness). The beast committed the notions to his mind, gaze already running over the sections, pondering over reading levels, and once Jigano gave them the go-ahead, he headed towards the designated Mystery area – fixated and fixtured to shadowy ruins.
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Deimos picks the Mystery section!
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
