DEIMOS
His brow arched slightly as he watched Harper practically vault over the railing – figuring he’d hear some manic crashing at the other end of the movement. When there was no echo or residual collision, his brows furrowed suspiciously. Ceasing the water intervals, he waited some churning of movement again, and when the other man returned with no explanation, the Sword was left to ponder the entire thing. Bizarre. Perhaps he’d shifted midway, and that would account for the lack of impact.
Kept away from the inquiry settling on his tongue, the soldier rallied on the other topic. “I can make some.” He paused momentarily, considering the options. “Though Safrin would likely prefer some adorned with her features and elements, hm?” Quirking half a grin, he crouched downward, beginning the creative process, waiting for Harper’s input.
Kept away from the inquiry settling on his tongue, the soldier rallied on the other topic. “I can make some.” He paused momentarily, considering the options. “Though Safrin would likely prefer some adorned with her features and elements, hm?” Quirking half a grin, he crouched downward, beginning the creative process, waiting for Harper’s input.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
