DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
The flies landed on a few roots, colors altered once more into some kind of tranquil green, nearly blending in with the other hues surrounding them; away from the frustrations of Hailstorms and whims of deities. The flick of their wings distracted him for an instant, so he missed the courier’s excited efforts, until his voice changed in pitch and tone, enough for the Sword to turn and shift again, the residual arch to his brow there all the more.
There’d be plenty of opportunities to assist, and he nearly opened his mouth to say so, before the youth carried on about bags of holding. The General’s gaze went briefly to the satchel over his shoulder, there on each and every journey due to its usefulness, and snorted. “I do not have a spare,” leaving it on a long, purposeful pause, probably to be obnoxious and draw out the semblances. “But I can likely make you one.” Then he ceased entirely, waiting for some other statement or acceptance.
There’d be plenty of opportunities to assist, and he nearly opened his mouth to say so, before the youth carried on about bags of holding. The General’s gaze went briefly to the satchel over his shoulder, there on each and every journey due to its usefulness, and snorted. “I do not have a spare,” leaving it on a long, purposeful pause, probably to be obnoxious and draw out the semblances. “But I can likely make you one.” Then he ceased entirely, waiting for some other statement or acceptance.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
