DEIMOS
While Cordelia gave him ample ammunition and consideration for future taunting, if not an eyeroll from a distance, the Sword occupied himself with his task. Brows furrowed in concentration, the soil continued loosening, churning over from the previously frozen season; exposed into the air as darker, richer, proportions. “If you want,” he shrugged at the notion of flowers; gone were his days of planting them beside a bakery. From there, Deimos brought his hand over a portion of the loam, beginning to needle and nestle seeds within, Earth machinations stirred once more – broadening, branching, brambling in the form of tiny stems and leaves, barely cutting over the surface. It’d take a few more moments for the roots to stretch downward.Which gave him some time to be irritating and teasing; not even bothering to hide his mischief. He turned his head back to survey Cordelia’s reaction – uttering a quiet laugh at the distinct blush, and then the low rumble started again when he’d pinpointed with accuracy and precision. Though he hadn’t expected her to readily admit it, she seemed more the type to squirm and hide from the observation or play it off as nonexistent, the cheeky smile remained. If not a boyish wrinkle to his nose for amusement’s sake. “Oh?” The snicker deepened; pondering over the multitudes of areas he could traverse and annoy. “Well. Congratulations. Both of you deserve some happiness.” Especially with everything else looming on the horizon; at least they could snag, take it, run with it.
Then he laughed again, deliberately poking at threads and seeing where he could unravel and snag. “I thought you would be the one to initiate it.” A pause, the grin growing wider. “Especially with all the staring.”
You aren't afraid of throwing yourself
in the path of danger
but you're terrified of letting anyone in
