DEIMOS
Snorting, mostly out of good humor in the state of confusion over shrines, he finished a gilded embellishment along the length of the window’s frame, head bowed towards his work. “There are several in Torchline for each Old God. Ludo has one down by the port, and Frey by Rainbow Road.” The only generic one he’d found was the monument in the depths of the sea, uncertain if that important or not; unless Harper would be one to venture in the ocean.
But his gaze whipped back upwards at the compliment, piercing eyes widening for a fraction of a second – half-tempted to mention that he was nowhere near amazing. Much, much less. The level of self-deprecation was beginning to wreak its way across his mind, crawling, as it so often did, in moments like these. Instead, he breathed though, pondering how best to accept such a statement, and opted for gratitude. “Thank you,” with a smile tucked in the corner of his mouth for good measure. “I can keep making them, if you want to put them in?”
But his gaze whipped back upwards at the compliment, piercing eyes widening for a fraction of a second – half-tempted to mention that he was nowhere near amazing. Much, much less. The level of self-deprecation was beginning to wreak its way across his mind, crawling, as it so often did, in moments like these. Instead, he breathed though, pondering how best to accept such a statement, and opted for gratitude. “Thank you,” with a smile tucked in the corner of his mouth for good measure. “I can keep making them, if you want to put them in?”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
