DEIMOS
To say Noah’s proclamation was unexpected was an understatement; the Sword found himself straightening, eyes widening, before glancing towards the Sentinel. There were hundreds and myriads of thoughts in his mind, playing and plaguing against one another. The primordial tangent of lack of deserving anything rang and clattered, and had it been a few years prior, would’ve easily filtered from behind his teeth with varying degrees of solemnity. But now he could drown out that voice with one well-practiced and well-versed, and the inkling of a smile beginning along his mouth again. “Thank you. Evie does.” And then some; because it’d been a long while before he’d remembered and recalled what it was like to be cherished and loved, and to do so in return.
Passing towards the Sentinel’s home, and presuming he’d keep walking to his own, the demigod’s expression and alteration caused a brief snort. Lowering his paint can for a moment, he considered circumstances and designations, before the glow of his incantations began to thread through his palms – cords and ropes inclined, with all variety of hues, patterns, and designs, and then held them out. “Will these do?”
Passing towards the Sentinel’s home, and presuming he’d keep walking to his own, the demigod’s expression and alteration caused a brief snort. Lowering his paint can for a moment, he considered circumstances and designations, before the glow of his incantations began to thread through his palms – cords and ropes inclined, with all variety of hues, patterns, and designs, and then held them out. “Will these do?”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
