Deimos
That statement alone earned another snort; they all seemed to be on a condensed timeline, and the reeling motions were escalating, faster and faster, with the slip of time. Nothing was reassuring, save for the people they worked with. Halo had its own machinations in order, and perhaps it was for the best that they’d be sealed behind mountains and winter motions; more hours to get themselves in order, without the distraction of other comings and goings. “Of course.”
Tales of the landshark adventures had him leaning forward again, intrigued. Azrael’s name earned the faintest of smiles again, content to know that the child took after both parents – Rexanna, who always plunged into every sort of melee, and Bastien, who took up assistance when necessary. He didn’t recognize the others – the past too far gone, maybe, in all the seasons he’d spent away from the Grounds. “I am sorry you had to be bait,” with a vague tilt to his head, still somewhat amused by the antics nonetheless. “Did you find a good use for it afterwards?”
Tales of the landshark adventures had him leaning forward again, intrigued. Azrael’s name earned the faintest of smiles again, content to know that the child took after both parents – Rexanna, who always plunged into every sort of melee, and Bastien, who took up assistance when necessary. He didn’t recognize the others – the past too far gone, maybe, in all the seasons he’d spent away from the Grounds. “I am sorry you had to be bait,” with a vague tilt to his head, still somewhat amused by the antics nonetheless. “Did you find a good use for it afterwards?”
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
