Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Finishing up with the steaks, and taking the pie out of the oven, he waited for the inevitable screech, lurch, and movement from any of the parties involved. Already grimacing and bracing himself as the shriek burst through rooms and floors, he tried to head it off with a firm “Food is ready,” call along the threshold, maneuvering plates out of the way before the thud of feet motioned their way downstairs. Which had probably been for the best, because suddenly Ru was there and his response was muffled by the excitement, zeal, and crush of her shoulders pressed against his face. “Why would I send a letter…,” when she lived down the street, and he’d meet up with her eventually. Shaking his head, and offering an apologetic glance towards Evie and Kiada both, he attempted to remove the Valkyrie from his figure, prying her off with a forceful but well-meant grumble. “But thank you,” for the silent congratulations and contentment.
