Don't shout at me like I'm across the room when I'm right here, when you're right this time
Perhaps if Glas was smarter, he’d have decided against encroaching on a stranger during this time of year when emotions ended up being so raw. But he isn’t, and so he dives in fully, giving his all into getting Deimos’ attention, even as he stutters and murmurs, as he chews on the inside of his ruined cheek. He doesn’t even shy away when Deimos’ attention lands on him and it’s everything he shied away from. It’s why he doesn’t meet the man’s eyes, a fleeting glance given to ensure that the Sword is speaking to him and not someone else, before his gaze drops away.
The offer is quiet, but it’s an offer nonetheless. And Glas steps forward with his lantern materials in hand, moving to set them on the desk away from where Deimos carefully crafted his lanterns. “T-t-thanks.” He says softly in return, moving to pull a chair over and sit in it, to pull out the book he keeps in a pocket that he might sketch within, the lanterns carefully planned weeks ago.
He feels the eyes of the unicorn on him, but he shies away from Zuriel as well, head ducked down as he flips through the pages of his schematics. “I’m G-Glas.” He says quietly, stealing one more quick glance to the Sword before staring at his book and separating the materials he’s brought.
The offer is quiet, but it’s an offer nonetheless. And Glas steps forward with his lantern materials in hand, moving to set them on the desk away from where Deimos carefully crafted his lanterns. “T-t-thanks.” He says softly in return, moving to pull a chair over and sit in it, to pull out the book he keeps in a pocket that he might sketch within, the lanterns carefully planned weeks ago.
He feels the eyes of the unicorn on him, but he shies away from Zuriel as well, head ducked down as he flips through the pages of his schematics. “I’m G-Glas.” He says quietly, stealing one more quick glance to the Sword before staring at his book and separating the materials he’s brought.
GLAS
