into the endlessness

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Waterfalls bending another way without demigod intervention gave him pause, enough of an arched brow to be amused and to bring back more information home about the wilderness amidst the dangerous peaks. But attentions were diverted towards wooden steps and decks, houseboats pressed into sceneries and landscapes, eyes always meticulously absorbing, snorting mildly at Ronin’s comment. “I think we all know that sometimes you have to carve out the opportunity,” regardless if it were in the middle of peace or in the darkness of chaos. If they waited until the next event or another impending crisis to be diverted, they might have been biding and ceasing endlessly. But he granted both men a slightly generous smile, for Deimos, before his gaze pinpointed back on Remi. Perhaps they were all wary of anything resembling contentment and happiness, for good reasons, so he snorted, following the methodology and rapping his knuckles on the closest portion of wood. He watched though as both companions sought the treats in their own ways, briefly amused and trying not to laugh in between swift swoops and small swipes. “What else have you been up to?” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace