DEIMOS
Deimos answered the first inquiry with a habitual arch of his brow and snort; for he didn’t know Harper well enough to delve into emotions, and rarely described them with those he trusted. “Perhaps,” was given in a rhetorical semblance, admitting to nothing at all with a haphazard sort of smirk that betrayed very little, save for the impression that he wouldn’t be sharing, or asking. Harper could have inclinations.
As for the second one, he shrugged his shoulders, quickly gazing and scrutinizing over the irritating flock. “I have not pushed any limits.” Maybe they’d see today. Hadn’t walked along those edges enough, not with Attuned proportions, and sometimes not even with Abandoned inklings. Sometimes, it felt like there’d been no end to his requests of the magic stored within – not like he’d been before – stronger, tougher, and far more determined now.
Though some sort of a startled laugh escaped him as Harper’s face elongated into a trunk and the trumpeting noise bellowed, echoed, and reverberated through the shrine. With widened eyes, he gazed directly at the other man with a shake of his head, before reeling back to what he was supposed to be doing.
An overt command drove through him within a moment, centered and squared on the Hels; piercing, cold, stark, driving, demanding, leaving no room for any quandaries or rebuttal. Leave.
As for the second one, he shrugged his shoulders, quickly gazing and scrutinizing over the irritating flock. “I have not pushed any limits.” Maybe they’d see today. Hadn’t walked along those edges enough, not with Attuned proportions, and sometimes not even with Abandoned inklings. Sometimes, it felt like there’d been no end to his requests of the magic stored within – not like he’d been before – stronger, tougher, and far more determined now.
Though some sort of a startled laugh escaped him as Harper’s face elongated into a trunk and the trumpeting noise bellowed, echoed, and reverberated through the shrine. With widened eyes, he gazed directly at the other man with a shake of his head, before reeling back to what he was supposed to be doing.
An overt command drove through him within a moment, centered and squared on the Hels; piercing, cold, stark, driving, demanding, leaving no room for any quandaries or rebuttal. Leave.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
