The introductions continued, and despite the mischief in the air, starting and corresponding directly from his own actions, he nodded at the formal audience with Then there was Kiada – who was just as nefarious as he, wicked beings from wicked places, unimpressed or amused by his veracity. He shrugged, gaze flicking back and forth between mother and daughter, and while key notes and differences were there, Rexanna was still ultimately blood of her blood – but with his subtle motions, he’s opened himself up to full frontal assault, instantly doused and coated in flour, especially in his beard, and the front of his chest. Perhaps a rational demon would be more composed by the sudden siege, but Deimos held too much iniquity in the depths of his existence – a looming, impish grin enfolding itself across his features. The puncturing, piercing shade of his stare registered the bowl of flour again, placing his palms entirely in its container until they were coated white. Then he reached for her face, attempting to grab hold (gently, squeezing them a smidge just to see her look a bit like a fish; he wasn’t a total barbarian) of her cheeks with the lacquer of fresh flour still stuck to his skin. “Would I lie to you?” He gazed at her, that ridiculous rogue smile lingering on his lips, before dragging his palms across her features, releasing her with devilish delight, fully intending to leave the pale remnants on her skin. Vengeance crooned its way through him as a bellowing laugh, before altering his attention back to Kneading meant he would be able to beat and pulverize the dough, watching the baker in her methodical measures, then attempting to follow suit. He grabbed hold of the mass and rammed his hands into its containments, turning the dough over while listening to her sudden proclamation – eyes glowing again in their irrepressible tendencies towards mischievous ease. Game on. His movements were quick, sudden, and swift, and though he wasn’t on a battlefield, not on any stage or dais of war, the impulses and precision were still there, molded right into his bones, his elements, his presence. His hands dove right back into the flour bowl, sending fistfuls in various directions, sailing towards poor Jigano, who likely hadn’t deserved any of the melee, to Amalia, because he wasn’t about to leave her out, and to Kiada, who required constant payback.
For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown
And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate |
Personal Quest [seasonal event] kindness keep a lonely company
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the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
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