[se] echoes of ancients
open lantern cleaning/making SE
Deimos Ignatius
 the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster
Age: 36 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Citizenship: Halo | Level: 15
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Deimos
The grin remained, solidified in its boyishness, at the confirmation. Would anyone want to see the roots and sky below, as they strived to savor mending, assuaging springs? Perhaps some, though he couldn’t say he’d be amongst them. “Shame,” he noted, though in clear and dry sarcasm, crossing it off his list of things to wonder about Stormbreak, wondering more and more about how the world had been so idealized by others.

Noting she’d finished off the lanterns, he carefully maneuvered the air around to send them back in his direction, and slowly did the same with Bastien’s, and some warriors fallen during the war. His eyes widened at the notions of bungee jumping though, enough to harken a laugh away from melancholy and spitefulness. “We used to launch from the Spire in our bird shifts. Sounds very similar.” His eyes shifted towards the distant horizon of mountains, but where it was the Draig, the sentiments and suggestion didn’t follow through – no insistence on jumping from those ramparts. “I suppose you could do something like that from the walls.” Probably not as thrilling, given only plunging towards snow.

Moving his mother’s lantern into the finished assortment, he nearly reached for his father’s, until she gave her recommendations on hues. His head tilted again, listening to the assortment of blends, before nodding. “Sure. Give me a moment.” Placing his own rag down, his hands joined together and then pulled outward, until the familiar, gilded glow began to meld in between. From his mind’s eye and into tangible threads, the metallic flowers came to be; pink and white, visions of petals from fields away, blue and purple with the deeper shades molding into the middle.

Handing them over with an arched brow, he grinned again. “Will those work?”
what does it mean to look upon a ruin
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.

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[se] echoes of ancients - by Deimos - 07-06-2023, 05:03 PM
RE: [se] echoes of ancients - by Soleil - 07-06-2023, 06:23 PM
RE: [se] echoes of ancients - by Deimos - 07-07-2023, 04:55 AM
RE: [se] echoes of ancients - by Soleil - 07-11-2023, 02:06 PM
RE: [se] echoes of ancients - by Deimos - 07-11-2023, 05:23 PM
RE: [se] echoes of ancients - by Soleil - 07-14-2023, 03:00 PM
RE: [se] echoes of ancients - by Deimos - 07-15-2023, 11:51 AM
RE: [se] echoes of ancients - by Soleil - 07-18-2023, 04:58 PM
RE: [se] echoes of ancients - by Deimos - 07-18-2023, 05:08 PM
RE: [se] echoes of ancients - by Soleil - 08-02-2023, 08:17 AM
RE: [se] echoes of ancients - by Deimos - 08-02-2023, 11:47 AM
RE: [se] echoes of ancients - by Soleil - 08-12-2023, 05:04 PM
RE: [se] echoes of ancients - by Deimos - 08-12-2023, 05:45 PM

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