and then we mend again

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Prying away at the last of the damaged portions, all that was left was fixing the gauged hole and then replacing the shingles; which meant he’d need to create several more – and his mind began to spiral with the growth of the project before him, gaze casually checking the horizon for the amount of daylight left. But Noah’s presence instantly near, via teleportation, and barrage of happiness across the Attuned proportions left his brows still curiously furrowed, until the revelation made itself known. “Ah, finally,” he uttered, losing the grumpy exterior and frustration, trading it for contentment for Noah’s growing family. He gave the Sentinel a rough pat on the shoulder alongside his broad grin. “Congratulations.” Then a slew of thoughts emerged; and though the Sword was certain Noah would have mentioned it – the notions didn’t quite cease. “Cordelia doing all right?” He presumed Evie could always be sent over for healing purposes. “Do you need anything?” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace