Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
The agreement sparked another roguish grin, supporting her stance as she leaned in across shoulders and muscles. “I know,” he considered with a vague sigh as the mention of honeymoons came into play, snagging at another page so that could be jotted down and remedied. “At least we already have several out of the question,” to which he purposefully marked off the Hollowed Grounds, and Stormbreak both on principle and traumas alike. King’s End might have been somewhere near the top of the list, if they avoided portions of Sunjata’s area. Perhaps the cabins Noah, Cordelia, and himself had built were still upright and useful. “I would be partial to King’s End or Torchline,” the latter being they could easily evade the world via islands, even for a short while. “Unless you want to stay in Halo,” with the factors likely not being much different from what they were now.Perplexities surrounding Noah conjured the lightest of restless tapping, charcoal blotting out little marks on the bottom of the new page. Nor did he want that to be a tribulation surrounding their ceremony; pondering if it would spurn the Forsaken onward into completing something that much faster, or another notion altogether. His eyes narrowed briefly in thought, breath unfurling long enough to blow a few of Evie’s crimson hairs around. “Maybe I will tell him after LongNight passes.” Therein he’d have the notice and potential to make it. No outcome was perfect, but he didn’t want to mar a friendship either.
Hues and blends upon fabrics were an alternative pace, and he collectively considered the details Evie found suitable; sketching them out lightly too, hoping to have the right notions in mind. “Like this?” Hotaru would probably find it feasible, and if not, the challenge would be on for the Valkyrie. “I would not mind that,” to which he wrinkled his nose in jest; agreeable all the same.
