DEIMOS
Per the suggestion, he nodded, silently lining out more of the sketches, the framework, until it was rendered somewhat complete. “Better,” in accord and agreement, before folding them up, placing them in his pocket, likely to be burned when they were done here.
Then the Sword gave his full attention to the proceedings – waiting, the piercing stare closed, proudly composed, spine straight and elongated once more. If either of his companions held inklings or deigned to ruin the surprise, they certainly didn’t show it; silent while they watched and lingered on.
Only when her voice pulsed through his mind did he indulge in a widened smile, opening his eyes to behold whatever form her soul had managed to conjure. The first response he gave her was vividly silent – but pulsing, unwavering, unyielding through the bond: proud, pleased, for her. For her efforts. For her abilities. For the things she’d found through boundaries and bounties and everything else layered in between. Well done. Very impressive. Even if the grief found its way in there, embedded firmly and deeply, the beast raised his own triumphant bastion, lending the fortress of munitions towards her. No wallowing, not right now, when she had something to hold.
Deimos resisted making a cougar joke; but appraised her form with his careful, quiet scrutiny, leaning back, folding his arms over his chest. He had no doubt what she’d be capable of now – with fangs and claws and carnivore intentions lodged into her soul. And how do you feel?
Then the Sword gave his full attention to the proceedings – waiting, the piercing stare closed, proudly composed, spine straight and elongated once more. If either of his companions held inklings or deigned to ruin the surprise, they certainly didn’t show it; silent while they watched and lingered on.
Only when her voice pulsed through his mind did he indulge in a widened smile, opening his eyes to behold whatever form her soul had managed to conjure. The first response he gave her was vividly silent – but pulsing, unwavering, unyielding through the bond: proud, pleased, for her. For her efforts. For her abilities. For the things she’d found through boundaries and bounties and everything else layered in between. Well done. Very impressive. Even if the grief found its way in there, embedded firmly and deeply, the beast raised his own triumphant bastion, lending the fortress of munitions towards her. No wallowing, not right now, when she had something to hold.
Deimos resisted making a cougar joke; but appraised her form with his careful, quiet scrutiny, leaning back, folding his arms over his chest. He had no doubt what she’d be capable of now – with fangs and claws and carnivore intentions lodged into her soul. And how do you feel?
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
