you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
With Evie tucked comfortably against his side, the Sword continued working, searing the opposing sides, snorting and rolling his eyes at the notions of an emotional support animal. “We will see,” because there were so many things underlying and before all these other steps, and who knew what lingered along the horizon, quelling on symbols of after. Tipping the pan once more, he shrugged his shoulders, maybe purposefully maneuvering the Evergreen along the roll of muscle for amusements sake. "And to think, years ago, most of you did not want Outlanders around." With a cheeky grin to suit the rumbling statement.
As for examples – hopefully (there was that word again) they could be at the forefront, beacons and symbols and signals of what could be, rather than all the tarnished notions. He’d always thought that would come to pass, based on the events prior to the present. But these were plans, nuances, nothing quite set in stone; a motion to tread upon, maybe, when the timing was right.
Taking another moment to snag at the chicken, cutting into one small piece to ensure it was fully cooked, he tilted his head back towards her. “Ready?” Placing the pan along an unused portion of the stove, Deimos reached into the cupboard for more plates, yielding the seasoned poultry away from the skillet and along the dish, beginning to snag other necessities, and bringing them to the table.
As for examples – hopefully (there was that word again) they could be at the forefront, beacons and symbols and signals of what could be, rather than all the tarnished notions. He’d always thought that would come to pass, based on the events prior to the present. But these were plans, nuances, nothing quite set in stone; a motion to tread upon, maybe, when the timing was right.
Taking another moment to snag at the chicken, cutting into one small piece to ensure it was fully cooked, he tilted his head back towards her. “Ready?” Placing the pan along an unused portion of the stove, Deimos reached into the cupboard for more plates, yielding the seasoned poultry away from the skillet and along the dish, beginning to snag other necessities, and bringing them to the table.
DEIMOS
