DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
A nuisance drew only the bare minimum of mock offense, a pretense of a snort as he wielded the shovel over her head, and began to move away. A brazen movement and motion, turning his back on her and making some imitating gestures, as he sidled closer to the ice and snow lining the pathway. “Perhaps,” was his only response to the jab of devilry and its assortments – reaches of hell plunging along and rooting into his flesh and bone, the undulations of perplexities in his vehemence and violence. For now, there was naught of the sort; no animosity, no hatred, no loathing, no contempt, no adversaries hastening throughout the land. Peace and repose, stillness and stupidity, ridiculous folds of indulgence when the world wasn’t burning down around them. He turned his head to see her exasperated look, making one dismissive gesture of his hand. “We can come up with something.” The Sword dug into the residual effects of the rime quickly, though contorted additional assistance in the form of his water enchantments, loosening the binding of the glacial expanse, easier to move and maneuver. He tossed his token pile into a larger one, muscles apt and ready, eager to do something, continuing on in his efforts, laughing again when she pondered over what had brought him along these portions. “Patrolling. The other guards are on a break.” He sighed, waiting for some rebuttal about why he wasn’t on one (boredom, and with only his own thoughts to entertain him? Oh no, not today), walking directly into that snare, before proceeding to launch another motion of snow.
Unite and spread the heart apart
