DEIMOS
He smiled at the compliment, ducking his head down to glance over the efforts once more. “Thank you.” These manifestations had never been in his repertoire before Caido – it had always been death and destruction, calamity and chaos. To have these pursuits and angles was nearly a relief – orchestrating whatever could flicker and rally into his mind, rather than the constant chain of demolition. Because sometimes it was nice to remember he was more than devastation. There was a nearly imperceptible shift in his brow at Cordelia’s blush – stifling another laugh somewhere, lodging it into his chest so it didn’t muffle out into the air. It didn’t have a time or place given the circumstances and discussion, but certainly something noted and noticed. “I am certain being there for him is recognized and acknowledged, even if he cannot say it right now.” Too many others things going on, too many other forces and hardships working against the way they’d strived to build and coincide with the changing tides.
The grin disappeared for a moment as Belial returned – a loud alarm and screech instigating the Sword’s soft sigh. The peryton took his time winding his way down, as if amused to drag out the process, but by the time he’d landed, the feathers were laden at Cordelia’s feet with an uproarious declaration.
While Deimos sought not to roll his eyes at the companion’s antics once more, he tilted his head again at Cordelia’s thoughts. There were a few moments where he could’ve speculated on LongNight and how other regions were far worse off; but cast that aside. “Hopefully we can find a way to change things again.”
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
