Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
The peryton gave Evie a steady glance too – perhaps shared notions of mischievous designs. Unfortunately, the deer was far easier to read, and one sharp glare from Deimos sent him back into a sneer, painfully aware that his attempts would be dashed quickly.Maybe to spare them both the harshness of patience and waiting, the Sword settled upon the prepared blanket, surprised by the comfortable ease but not saying anything about it. If anything, his grin remained, airing on the impish side, as he took off one of the lids, revealing a plethora of bread, already rolled in some glaze, with accompanying cinnamon butter. “An appetizer,” he relented, passing the container over to the Evergreen, waiting for her to take her desired amount. In the meantime, he snagged a few treats, throwing one to Belial, caught midair, and tossing a few in Zuriel’s direction, for her to snag when she was done gorging on grass.
As for the noise? His grin simply grew deeper, dimpling along his cheeks. “Strange.”
