Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Sometimes Deimos thought it would be terribly convenient for Evie to have an Attuned bond, merely so he could persist in juvenile tactics through measures of the mind as well. Alas, he would always have to be overt and direct in his approaches, or under covert glances. Giving her a sidelong stare that signified many naughty and nefarious things, he then lifted it upwards as if unbothered at all, finishing on the rest of his berries.Though his eyes rested briefly on the kits again, narrowing as they skirted around the stream’s small shoreline, before making their way back up the tiny knoll. They were a dizzying sight, energetic and fervent, screeching again in their ice pitches, before he muffled a snort, returning to Evie’s stances on unicorns.
Considering he was an outlier to both diction and speculations, he could only arch a brow at her, pondering if these had been lies, mistruths, or fabrications stretched across the earth. The jocular mannerisms persisted, intending to drive a wedge into the discomforts and beliefs of those far too ignorant of the world around them. “I am neither of those things,” he supplied, with a twisted grin, if only to make her feel a bit better, or to lift the spirit of the day once more. “Whatever you happen to find, they will be welcomed here.” Without the parameters of strange disillusions, racism, and anything else lingering in between.
His gaze softened at the next statement though, a small smile appearing from the Cheshire snickers and smirks. “Sure. I would like that.”
