DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Freeing Lilly from his motions and treats, the Sword stood once more to his full height, pondering over the state of Sah’s sentiments. Tired could signify an entire host of barrages and sieges, and so his brows furrowed slightly – either in worry for the Abandoned, or some other trepidation brewing behind the senses. “Busy,” which Deimos had always preferred. To grow listless or complacent, to have too much time to think and sink, was a dreaded semblance. And there was enough to do without him beginning to mire and sequester himself in a state of upheaval. At least he hadn’t been thrown into some other anarchy in the last month or so.The heavy sigh made his brows arch back upward, allowing for his own breath to filter into the obsidian domicile. But he willingly followed, listening to the sounds of something along the walls, paying it no mind for the time being, settling along a top step and unfolding his long legs down to the blackened stone below. “He did.” Which caused some movement in their plans, of posts being placed on notice boards, on hoping eyes did more than just a scan the scrawl. “What happened at that house?” He’d been barred entry – left to sit and simmer or pace relentlessly around the domicile.
Unite and spread the heart apart
