Deimos
Fiat Lux had its own haunting measures with Deimos; from the amusing to heart wrenching, and the stigma of its nature unfortunately still filled him with some apprehensive dread. Liat Fux, however, had been fairly mundane in comparison; haphazard at best. So he could only amend the notions with a shrug of his shoulders. “As long as there are no rampaging mud monsters,” that couldn’t be ceased or countered, that destroyed entire areas and ensured swift demises and catastrophes. “A little change in festivities probably would not be so bad.” Leaving it up the probability on the other end of schisms, the Sword merely arched his brow, untying the knot on the top of his bag with measured dexterity.
At Noah’s statement though, he snorted, permitting some range of laughter across the frosted field. It didn’t echo quite the same as within the barracks or across neighboring houses, but it was still there just the same. “Did you end up going to the masquerade?” And then with a wrinkle to his nose, he countered. “We could likely make something, but I am not certain what would be fitting for the occasion.” Pondering past circumstances, he tilted his head vaguely, before snagging at some parchment laden within the satchel. “I will likely wear a flower crown again.”
At Noah’s statement though, he snorted, permitting some range of laughter across the frosted field. It didn’t echo quite the same as within the barracks or across neighboring houses, but it was still there just the same. “Did you end up going to the masquerade?” And then with a wrinkle to his nose, he countered. “We could likely make something, but I am not certain what would be fitting for the occasion.” Pondering past circumstances, he tilted his head vaguely, before snagging at some parchment laden within the satchel. “I will likely wear a flower crown again.”
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
