Deimos
Pausing in his notations to glance over Noah’s, he wasn’t surprised by the outlines and diagrams, for they seemed Sentinel-esque in their functionality. “I can make the fabric for you. But you will have to stitch it yourself.” The offer came with an arched brow and juvenile, boyish grin, but he’d wait for the agreement and accord before creating and concocting anything for the other man – already beginning to detail his through gilded incantations riddling through his palms.
He wouldn’t let the subject distract him, however, even as his brows furrowed and concentration pinpointed to two differing subjects, contrasting between fabric and textures, and certain destruction. “I agree.” Of dissolving, of mauling, of ruining any portion left of the vile Goddess from the likes of Halo. “So if either of us happen to see it again…” his voice trailed off, but the implications were clear.
He wouldn’t let the subject distract him, however, even as his brows furrowed and concentration pinpointed to two differing subjects, contrasting between fabric and textures, and certain destruction. “I agree.” Of dissolving, of mauling, of ruining any portion left of the vile Goddess from the likes of Halo. “So if either of us happen to see it again…” his voice trailed off, but the implications were clear.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
