DEIMOS
His eyes flickered upwards again, watching as Belial cast his obnoxious wake through several more branches and brambles, wings outstretched and dark amidst the shadows of the canopy. Acceptance had always been a difficult foundation for any Abandoned, and he could remember the instances spent on his knees in the breadths of silence, begging for absolution and strength, fortitude and might, and the answer startingly, glaringly clear. Nothing. Only when he’d built himself into something enduring again, had there been any opportunity at all to glance at the heralds, and even then, there’d been some brash, brazen schisms underneath the surface. A boldness, perhaps, an opportunity, but also some bitterness, some rancor; all altered in the years thereafter.
So it was understandable that Evie would want to try and branch out, to see who else might heed the call of one so willing. He’d done similar things – going to Ludo after falling apart, striving to find ways to see dead, dispersed, gone loved ones. Frey for Halo. He gave her a crooked grin, brushing and ducking below another set of branches. “Safrin craves loyalty and devotion.” Maybe a warning. Maybe a statement. An awareness grown from experiences. But he wouldn’t make the decision for her, nor push her in any direction. It was something Evie would need to do for herself. “But returns those notions too.” From healing, from wisdom, from advice.
His glance caught her flushed cheeks, the arch of his brow following the distinctions, confused for a moment, until the words rang clear. If she thought he’d wonder into the depths of it, Evie wouldn’t have to worry – not with someone who had two companions and having never snagged or bonded out of loneliness. “Belial did not put you off?” A warm chuckle followed through as the peryton hooted loudly again, echoing along leaves. “Were you thinking of any specific animal?”
So it was understandable that Evie would want to try and branch out, to see who else might heed the call of one so willing. He’d done similar things – going to Ludo after falling apart, striving to find ways to see dead, dispersed, gone loved ones. Frey for Halo. He gave her a crooked grin, brushing and ducking below another set of branches. “Safrin craves loyalty and devotion.” Maybe a warning. Maybe a statement. An awareness grown from experiences. But he wouldn’t make the decision for her, nor push her in any direction. It was something Evie would need to do for herself. “But returns those notions too.” From healing, from wisdom, from advice.
His glance caught her flushed cheeks, the arch of his brow following the distinctions, confused for a moment, until the words rang clear. If she thought he’d wonder into the depths of it, Evie wouldn’t have to worry – not with someone who had two companions and having never snagged or bonded out of loneliness. “Belial did not put you off?” A warm chuckle followed through as the peryton hooted loudly again, echoing along leaves. “Were you thinking of any specific animal?”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
