Deimos
While Noah laid out his plans amidst sketches, Deimos did much the same. Taking hold of another spare parchment and charcoal, he leaned against the boulder and hastened forth his rough-outlined ideas; simplistic as ever, when it came to things for himself. His mind contemplated layers, considering they didn’t know the location yet, amidst cloaks and fur, long mantles he’d otherwise never use. Probably a tunic – blue, perhaps, in his natural favoritism of certain hues, before pondering any whims to add to the inside of linings. Visions of snow. Of mountains. Of hounds or blades.
Though he looked up, not quite glancing at what the Sentinel had concocted, at the statement thrown his way. An idle chuckle settled into the midst of his chest, then bounded outward. “I did want to speak to you about something.” Brows furrowing, a shrug of his shoulder filtered through, trying to dissuade the notions of discomfort. “We saw a piece of the old Ascended shrine, near the location for the hot springs. Probably nothing, but…,” he trailed off, a vague wrinkle to his nose to punctuate the notions churning in his mind. “I do not want to see any remnants or reminders of her around.” They’d all suffered enough.
Though he looked up, not quite glancing at what the Sentinel had concocted, at the statement thrown his way. An idle chuckle settled into the midst of his chest, then bounded outward. “I did want to speak to you about something.” Brows furrowing, a shrug of his shoulder filtered through, trying to dissuade the notions of discomfort. “We saw a piece of the old Ascended shrine, near the location for the hot springs. Probably nothing, but…,” he trailed off, a vague wrinkle to his nose to punctuate the notions churning in his mind. “I do not want to see any remnants or reminders of her around.” They’d all suffered enough.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
