and then we mend again

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Concentration honed between Noah’s good news and his work, he hadn’t expected the inquiry. His eyes widened a fraction, before his gaze returned to the shingles, hammer, and nails, only the slightest of grins tucked away in the corner of his mouth. “That will stay between Evie and I.” They had discussed it, but as the Sentinel noted inwardly, there were other things to be taken care of beforehand. Additionally, despite being close friends with the demigod, the Sword valued the notions of privacy where he could snag them, and rallied straight back into stoicism and nonchalance. On a joke, he shrugged his shoulders, emerging with a bark of laughter. “Besides, I figured you and Cordelia would populate Halo on your own.” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace