and then we mend again

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Deimos frowned at that particular aspect of news – not knowing enough to comment, but certainly cautious in the way Cordelia may not heed warning signs. Instead, he merely watched Noah slide around, and then proceeded to hammer in his own set of shingles. Steadying one with his hand, he listened to the symbolism behind the Sentinel and One Shot’s naming process, surprised when it came to Korbin. He had remembered the youth, but only in Attuned form, as they strived to escape the Citadel under Morgan’s climatic, dramatic, and ridiculous show of power. “I recall Korbin,” nodding along in understanding. Homages to flowers and Vi’s roses caused a smile across his features. “Well chosen, then. May they be as strong as both of you.” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace