who we are and all that we're trying to be
He arched a brow and folded his arms across his chest the moment Hotaru appeared – a very impish smile curling in the corners of his mouth, expecting a rebuttal of some kind. About working too hard. About not relaxing. About being here instead of tending to himself. But Halo would always be bigger than all of them combined; and it took these sorts of efforts to ensure it maintained its stronghold and semblances. When there was no argument to be had, his attentions swiveled back to Noah.
Deimos’ gaze followed the gestures, and machinations coiled after the proportions necessary to aid the cause of the storage. And of course, his ears perked up at the notions of demolition.
Perfect.
“I can help take out the wall.” There was no Cheshire grin to follow; but it could probably be felt throughout the Attuned natures and connections. With great satisfaction, the vehemence curling and contorting through him, he nodded to whomever opted to conduct the same destruction with him, and maneuvered towards the aforementioned wall. He instinctively reached towards his Earth incantations, intending to push against the logs likely contained within – to angle them forwards, and out, attempting for the enclosure to simply fall and perish.
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Deimos tries to help take out the wall with his Mastered Earth magic!
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
