death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
Talyson might’ve been fortunate that he wouldn’t have to meander towards the Barracks. Only the barest mode of opportunity found Deimos in the Council Hall, tending to a few more missives before intending to meet the warriors for more training along the extended tundra. Just as the pen dried on another note, the knock on the door resounded, and the familiar tones followed suit.
His eyes narrowed dangerously at the aperture, jawline immediately setting in its clenched portions, and features rendered into complete indifference. It wasn’t what he felt inwardly; that lined more to annoyance, irritation, and some manner of indignation. The Sword had a potent memory, after all.
Rising from his chair, he unfurled a long breath, before crossing the threshold and opening the door to reveal Talyson. His tones were a deep, unaffected rumble, stature straight and waiting for the rest of the message. “Yes?”
His eyes narrowed dangerously at the aperture, jawline immediately setting in its clenched portions, and features rendered into complete indifference. It wasn’t what he felt inwardly; that lined more to annoyance, irritation, and some manner of indignation. The Sword had a potent memory, after all.
Rising from his chair, he unfurled a long breath, before crossing the threshold and opening the door to reveal Talyson. His tones were a deep, unaffected rumble, stature straight and waiting for the rest of the message. “Yes?”
DEIMOS
