[RQ] Crystal Clear

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame With antics mildly subdued, and Belial admonished, sinking further into the snow as Zuriel dropped him along the ground, Deimos could only snort at the inquiry. Waiting until the courier had managed to snag at the second, then third pane, before he started on the fourth, he tilted his head a slight degree, both feline and canine antics immersed at once, permitting a snort to rally through. “I do not have the power of prophecy,” though angled with a grin, some manner of taunting as he adjusted his stance and went to incantations again. Beginning on the last, he crouched down again, allowing the same rallying actions to follow through, glass appearing, flickering briefly, below his fingertips. “But soon, I imagine,” he uttered eventually, as if to give the Talyson some modicum of relief in the questioning. Noah was just as busy as the rest of them, and Deimos presumed he’d like to lead or start the lines of discussion. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace