Deimos
He shouldn’t have been surprised that minutes from exiting his house, his voice rose over the cobblestones and wood. Preparing, steeling, himself for the potential of another task or someone’s impending need of a rescue, he withheld a long breath, and shifted his gaze towards the voice – blinking rapidly in surprise, dropping the stoicism for a tilted head and momentary bewilderment.
Deimos recognized Soleil, of course, but the distinction and change in age had thrown him for more than a few instances. “Soleil,” he uttered in return, though lacking in exuberance – mostly marred by confusion. Reality slunk through his mind seconds later, presuming some Frey process had occurred again, and wondering if Sah was busy hyperventilating somewhere. “I trust you are doing well?” She was the type to do so regardless.
The Sword’s gaze pinpointed back on his array of lanterns, nodding in affirmation, machinations still meandering through how long it would take Noah’s twins to become teenagers and not understanding any of it. “Yes. What about you?”
Deimos recognized Soleil, of course, but the distinction and change in age had thrown him for more than a few instances. “Soleil,” he uttered in return, though lacking in exuberance – mostly marred by confusion. Reality slunk through his mind seconds later, presuming some Frey process had occurred again, and wondering if Sah was busy hyperventilating somewhere. “I trust you are doing well?” She was the type to do so regardless.
The Sword’s gaze pinpointed back on his array of lanterns, nodding in affirmation, machinations still meandering through how long it would take Noah’s twins to become teenagers and not understanding any of it. “Yes. What about you?”
what does it mean to look upon a ruin
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
