DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
“Fine,” he’d take and accept both with another snort, hunting down the last of the bumbling gourds. Safely gathered, his eyes went towards the mass they’d managed to assemble and procure, content with the results. He muffled some form of laughter at her other response, the understanding of armaments passing through without confusion. “Of course.” Deimos wouldn’t be Deimos without the swords on his belt or the magic in his veins; a very part of their natures.
As for the creatures and future baking, the beast could nod with some manner of contentment. “Plenty.” His gaze swept over to his companions, and both took the hint, intending to mark their journey back to Halo with the accompanying ingredients. “Which first?” By way of a cheeky, juvenile grin; pondering over how to make Sah practice utilizing his oven.
{FIN}
As for the creatures and future baking, the beast could nod with some manner of contentment. “Plenty.” His gaze swept over to his companions, and both took the hint, intending to mark their journey back to Halo with the accompanying ingredients. “Which first?” By way of a cheeky, juvenile grin; pondering over how to make Sah practice utilizing his oven.
{FIN}
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
