DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Deimos didn’t miss the longing look cast the Sentinel’s way – a very subtle arch to his brow following before muffling the low rumble of laughter. Instead of addressing it, because it wasn’t any of his business, he and Cordelia carried on with stacking the walls. Foot by foot and inch by inch, the logs were placed in accordingly, and more than once he had to wipe the sweat away from his neck, his head, despite the chilling temperatures.
At Noah’s return they could step back for a moment; the Sword taking the opportunity to grab more of the refreshments, and glancing at the stock Noah had snagged of the snow moss. The amount was disappointing, though that wasn’t the latter’s fault. Perhaps it’d been already picked over by others, or didn’t grow as rich here. “Thank you for trying,” and he patted the man on the shoulder, before crouching and picking up a piece. “Maybe I can send Belial to search for more.” The peryton was always eager to help – and his swift, keen abilities might be beneficial.
Ardent and in earnest, the companion bounded over at the request, sniffing at the plant. Erupting in a flurry of motions later, the little beast hastened onward, and Deimos shrugged. “We will see.”
As for the remains? “We can take another break, and then start finishing up the walls. That will be enough for today.” Though Cordelia and himself had already wrapped up one – and the snow moss could be snuck in whenever they could obtain it.
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Deimos sends Belial to find more snow moss.
Cordelia and Deimos have finished one of the shelters’ walls – only two to go! Take a break and we’ll keep trucking to finish up the others!
At Noah’s return they could step back for a moment; the Sword taking the opportunity to grab more of the refreshments, and glancing at the stock Noah had snagged of the snow moss. The amount was disappointing, though that wasn’t the latter’s fault. Perhaps it’d been already picked over by others, or didn’t grow as rich here. “Thank you for trying,” and he patted the man on the shoulder, before crouching and picking up a piece. “Maybe I can send Belial to search for more.” The peryton was always eager to help – and his swift, keen abilities might be beneficial.
Ardent and in earnest, the companion bounded over at the request, sniffing at the plant. Erupting in a flurry of motions later, the little beast hastened onward, and Deimos shrugged. “We will see.”
As for the remains? “We can take another break, and then start finishing up the walls. That will be enough for today.” Though Cordelia and himself had already wrapped up one – and the snow moss could be snuck in whenever they could obtain it.
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Deimos sends Belial to find more snow moss.
Cordelia and Deimos have finished one of the shelters’ walls – only two to go! Take a break and we’ll keep trucking to finish up the others!
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
