Deimos
He waited as Sah’s thoughts seemed to percolate, though the direction shifting towards his abilities probably should’ve been expected. “Not going to ask Safrin?” came on an arch of his brow and the subtlest of smirks, intentionally leaving a teasing end upon the notions and contemplations. “Perhaps I should start asking for favors in return too,” was a low rumble, the angle of his snicker remaining.
Gaze flickering down at the blade, and offering nothing on the presumption and assumption conversation, for he’d had more than enough of those parameters with Sah and Talyson both to last a few lifetimes, he didn’t start anything yet. “Was there anything additional you wanted done to it?” As Maeve had requested with her whip, an extension of lashes? As he’d done with his own Invisibility Cloak, honing it for further coverage and veneers?
Gaze flickering down at the blade, and offering nothing on the presumption and assumption conversation, for he’d had more than enough of those parameters with Sah and Talyson both to last a few lifetimes, he didn’t start anything yet. “Was there anything additional you wanted done to it?” As Maeve had requested with her whip, an extension of lashes? As he’d done with his own Invisibility Cloak, honing it for further coverage and veneers?
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
