into the endlessness

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Mentions of the blight had his nose wrinkling as well, recalling Rexanna and Bastien’s soon after, and the pinnacles of bizarreness occurring amid the sickness. “Wonderful,” he echoed in dry, rumbling sentiments. Kiada, if memory served in all the chaos, had tried to assault him. All in all, not something anyone wanted to echo and repeat. Falling asleep through LongNight would’ve gone unheard of for Deimos, but it didn’t mean the notions weren’t somewhat enviable. Nor was he particularly bothered by age – but he was constantly and consistently active, and likely evaded multitudes of aches and pains either by Zuriel or constant motion. The bet Remi instigated made him snort, for he was not a gambling man, following along on the motions of their kitchen and outdoors, taking everything in again. “You have immortality going for you,” unless something truly momentous occurred, he supposed, and having already died once before, he took the semblances in stride. Nodding at the inclinations of fires and food, Remi’s comment stirred some other residual notions, and he let out a long sigh. “First time I have ever seen portions of Halo melting. Other lands have been hit by storms, high tides, and the like.” Pausing, eyes narrowing, because he could never really stop himself, his head tilted a fraction. “Still no weird plants for you here?” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace