Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
A snort ricocheted through – given his occupation – he often did the same. He didn’t believe in the feigned innocence anyway; he’d seen her in action on more than one occasion. “Of course,” came along with a smirk embedded along his mouth, as if waiting to prove her wrong simply to be a goading, inciteful juvenile.His wounds were outward and inward, scars and lacerations and ivory marks cast across skin and bone, flesh and soul, and to pretend they weren’t there was misleading; so he meant to be stronger than them. The ones cast by other blades had never been shirked or shamed. The ones dragged by loved ones were a different matter, like wraiths and phantoms, coating all the beloved memories into ashen plumes. But his head remained resolutely, defiantly, above the surface of the dust and decay, of the waves and the tides, because otherwise he would’ve succumbed long, long ago.
And maybe it was easier now to withstand them, with years of understanding and seasons of worth to recall, remember.
His brows furrowed slightly as his hands became coated in flour, mischief brewing behind his eyes as they centered downcast upon the counter. “Would a god have to craft it then?” Thinking back to the trophy in his bag hanging over by the wall, or other elements he’d seen but been incapable of mustering his contortions across. And knowing Evie’s sentiments about the deities, he shrugged his shoulders, letting the moment pass without much else, save for his own recent experience. "I have a leviathan scale I intend to utilize for armor," by example, jutting his jaw towards where it lay tucked away in the satchel.
Aprons were another thing entirely. The Sword couldn’t recall wearing any (though the same could be said about flower crowns before landing in Caido). Not for when they were butchering their kills, and certainly not in baking. His nose wrinkled, and when his piercing eyes met hers they were already distinctly, intentionally, impish. “Too late,” and with a brief movement, another puff flickered, though purposefully in her direction.
