Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Nodding once more, he circled over the King’s End penchant, mind contorting hosts of ideas that didn’t need to come to fruition just yet. Limitations were minimal at best, especially when it came to water, which brightened his smirk – though he jotted down the cabins as potential shelters nonetheless. If that didn’t work out, they could find or concoct something else. Informing Noah of the news would inevitably be pushed aside until the skies cleared out of their midnight veils – and perhaps the Sword would be able to assist and move things along in that regard too. The uncertainty was a strange bridge, but maybe the Forsaken had progressed in leaps and bounds since the last time they’d conversed.
As for colors, dresses, and suits, he could notch down the variety and slide it towards the Valkyrie. “I can send these to Ru then,” and it’d hopefully be more than enough to keep her entertained. Shifting topics to something they both favored, his grin took on a brighter indulgence, and he started scrawling once more. “Now, about the food…,”
And while their planning wouldn’t be finished by any means, by the end of LongNight they’d have a great many things taken care of.
[FIN <3]
