DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Deimos narrowed his eyes at the obvious flirtation, arching his brow at the indication of Kiada being sweet and hint of bubbles. He withheld a grimace, barely, finally sitting down and hastening towards the other topics of conversation. “You cook it much like pork,” nodding in Chulane’s direction at the indication – though, he clearly had used his own fire incantations, permitted the flames to roast and scorch the meat with avid control. Comments and compliments towards his ability to cook vegetables caused him to snort, a low rumble of laughter following through. Helping himself to more food, content for the moment, he pondered over possibilities and topics – something not stretched in the nearing doom and gloom. Presuming either of them had managed to find other subject matters to involve themselves in, he threw the inquiry out into the midst. “What else have you been up to?” While he was walled off along his office, biding time until he could fling himself out the door, and roam straight back to the barracks?
Unite and spread the heart apart
