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DEIMOS

His initial response was to settle self-deprecating efforts on his tongue, to varnish away any of those doubting qualities from her own statement. He didn’t believe himself beloved by the herald, nor under her whims, and she’d certainly advocated for him to seek out measures of happiness for himself. But it was the other notions lain underneath those layers of jokes and snorts that gave him pause, consideration, an inward hesitation. So instead of wandering around the topic, Deimos assembled a pointed inquiry, watching her from the corner of his eye. “Is that something you are interested in? Marriage?” He’d learned, at the very least, from his short union with Amalia – to discuss, to not presume, to not leave everything muddled and confusing. He and Evie had already openly conversed and deliberated about children; but perhaps not the pathways before that. They’d taken their time.

Thereafter though, the Sword made earnest attempts to not let the piercing question hang there so precariously, offering a crooked grin again. Belial and Evie being on mutual wavelengths may not have been a good consideration or rally for another companion in the house, though the calm rumble he exuded thereafter was meant to be a jocular facet, rather than a prod into her notions. “Is it presumptuous to know what you want?” With a wink, his gaze flickered back to the trees, as Belial nearly rampaged into a bough, missing it by an inch. “Maybe you will happen across the opportunity. Something else that craves a bond.” With Zuriel, they’d both been self-sacrificing. With Belial, equal opportunists.

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