Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
His corresponding smile was softer, lighter, given over to warmer memories than any lingering, melancholic ones. “It was,” and for those instances he took another spoonful of dough, larger than the multitudes before, and probably courting an impending stomachache. “Torchline reminds me of it sometimes. But we never had ghost whales or sea panthers.” To which he was eternally grateful, as a child of the waves, diving underneath undulations and tides. Deimos considered her mindset over the rarity and scarcity, of the act of indulgences and too much of a good thing. “As a treat then,” with an accompanying laugh, because sometimes he wondered how often anyone got to snag at their cravings and yearnings and desires without it backfiring or falling to pieces. With the way Caido worked, operated, and broke; or maybe it was the impending war on the horizon that left him in those nuances. He didn’t voice the thoughts, keeping them to himself, for Evie would make her own choices without his preconceived notions cluttering up the kitchen.
His juvenile grin lingered back upon her thereafter anyway, piercing eyes following. “I am good at keeping those,” since he retained so many other things under lock and key, fortified and quiet. Having the mind to at least be partially offended by the accusations, he extended a snort after another bite of dough. “Would I blackmail you?” Others, sure. Ru? Absolutely.
But his tone lightened at her offering, the dimple in his cheek deepening, content at being considered. “Sure.”
That Evie would hasten towards Flowerbirth didn’t surprise him at all – not with greenery and verdantry, plants blooming, animals thriving, things coming back into bloom after ice and snow. Especially in Caido, with LongNight haunting them for so long. “Sounds like you.” As for his own, he sighed, considering. “It would be, had there not been monsters immersed in it. Leafchange, maybe.” Cooler, known for its changes and alterations. “Favorite place?”
