Deimos
Luck wasn’t something Caido was known for; in bits and pieces, in surges and then nothing at all. It came on a whim and left on mercurial instances; giving and taking in subtle regards. He offered a small smile in return as a response, a muffled chuckle that barely reverberated past the stacks and piles of parchments he was going through, eyes scanning documents of drawings and journal entries forgotten, not yet put away. He eventually roamed towards books instead, placing them within, sorting them bit by bit.
The distinct level of his generosity, always there for those he considered friends, wasn’t needed. Taking that at its face value, the General nodded, unaware of anything else underlying those thoughts. “You are welcome.” After a while longer, the passing of time only noted by the ticking of some archaic clock in the corner, they’d made decent headway into the library. It could always be finalized later, with some of the other members help.
Considering the rest of the wake and vestiges, he offered one remaining task for the day. “I would like to check the pantry too,” uncertain if it had been cleaned out – and who knew what they’d potentially find in there.
The distinct level of his generosity, always there for those he considered friends, wasn’t needed. Taking that at its face value, the General nodded, unaware of anything else underlying those thoughts. “You are welcome.” After a while longer, the passing of time only noted by the ticking of some archaic clock in the corner, they’d made decent headway into the library. It could always be finalized later, with some of the other members help.
Considering the rest of the wake and vestiges, he offered one remaining task for the day. “I would like to check the pantry too,” uncertain if it had been cleaned out – and who knew what they’d potentially find in there.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
