if you don't terrify people a little then what's the point
A loud snort erupted through his lungs, enough to startle a few Hels away from their residual perches amongst the rising dunes. “Maybe for another festival instead,” for all jocular notions aside, he knew neither of them would ever think to actually craft themselves diadems for any other occasion – newly reigning besides. The arrogance wasn’t in them.
His eyes roamed towards the shield snatched and snagged away from her back, inspecting it casually. The token reminder of their impending spar caused the very briefest glint and hint of mischief to curl along the fringes of his mouth, before it disappeared, looming elsewhere, so that he might inspect the metal. “It could,” - imagining some carving wake of ivory instead of varnished silver, and arching his brow, with the lightest of teasing coming through, he angled his head with a distinct jut of his jaw. “Are there particular aesthetics you are looking for?” The Sword supposed Frey could take the request (whether or not they would listen and adhere to it was another thing altogether).
Rolling his shoulders thereafter, considering potential, Deimos asked her the inquiry he often began with in trainings – echoes of appeals and preferences again. “Magic or weapons?”
His eyes roamed towards the shield snatched and snagged away from her back, inspecting it casually. The token reminder of their impending spar caused the very briefest glint and hint of mischief to curl along the fringes of his mouth, before it disappeared, looming elsewhere, so that he might inspect the metal. “It could,” - imagining some carving wake of ivory instead of varnished silver, and arching his brow, with the lightest of teasing coming through, he angled his head with a distinct jut of his jaw. “Are there particular aesthetics you are looking for?” The Sword supposed Frey could take the request (whether or not they would listen and adhere to it was another thing altogether).
Rolling his shoulders thereafter, considering potential, Deimos asked her the inquiry he often began with in trainings – echoes of appeals and preferences again. “Magic or weapons?”
DEIMOS
