I carried my own ashes to the mountains
While Deimos could tease and taunt in some mannerisms, the mischief was rarely reserved for someone’s craft or skills. Maliciousness and vehemence, far deeper in the colder edges of his soul, only came about in embittered, entangled webs of abhorrence and wrath; all of which weren’t proclaimed for Sah at any point.
So, as his eyes flickered back and forth between the door and the Abandoned’s woodwork, he was mildly surprised to hear the notions of why the product had been created. He’d never thought of the Thunder as one to become melancholic or brooding – Deimos figured his own fixtures fit well into those categories – but given how the world turned and churned and burned at any given moment, Sah was allowed his notions without too much justification. “Friends and family?” He arched his brow, the lightest of smiles curling in the corner of his mouth.
So, as his eyes flickered back and forth between the door and the Abandoned’s woodwork, he was mildly surprised to hear the notions of why the product had been created. He’d never thought of the Thunder as one to become melancholic or brooding – Deimos figured his own fixtures fit well into those categories – but given how the world turned and churned and burned at any given moment, Sah was allowed his notions without too much justification. “Friends and family?” He arched his brow, the lightest of smiles curling in the corner of his mouth.
DEIMOS
