DEIMOS
Belial intentionally skittered across the top of the wall, the echo of his cloven hooves drowned out by their exchanges, Zuriel following close at hand, and his head tilted vaguely as he followed alongside, only taking another portion of a roll and pretending not to see the way she pilfered. Ensuring the bag remained closed this time, he placed it back in the sled, dragging it behind as they discussed Maea. To which he wrinkled his nose, uncertain about the anecdotes and if they held any deeper meaning – the pale woman had always reminded him of a ghost, no matter which race she inhabited. He had enough phantoms and wraiths contained in his mind to not let her occupy such a space – but she seemed lost and vacant, always searching, grasping, and finding naught tangible.
But the Ancient was not their problem to solve – and so he inclined a nod in the notions of Dahlia and Sunjata. “He did not seem to have a good plan other than luring her in,” to which he grimaced, enough construed warnings between conversations to get a clear picture that machinations still weren’t up the Flood’s alley.
Which left Noah, and their own trials and tribulations to begin again. The heaviest of sighs occupied his chest before they loosened into great puffs of air amidst the surroundings. “Brace yourself,” and from there he retrieved a sheet of parchments out of his pocket, holding them out to her. Within were Danta’s letters, and then Deimos’ copies, ensuring the Evergreen would be able to partake. “Read those first.” Then he plucked at another loose brick nearby, waiting for her reaction.
But the Ancient was not their problem to solve – and so he inclined a nod in the notions of Dahlia and Sunjata. “He did not seem to have a good plan other than luring her in,” to which he grimaced, enough construed warnings between conversations to get a clear picture that machinations still weren’t up the Flood’s alley.
Which left Noah, and their own trials and tribulations to begin again. The heaviest of sighs occupied his chest before they loosened into great puffs of air amidst the surroundings. “Brace yourself,” and from there he retrieved a sheet of parchments out of his pocket, holding them out to her. Within were Danta’s letters, and then Deimos’ copies, ensuring the Evergreen would be able to partake. “Read those first.” Then he plucked at another loose brick nearby, waiting for her reaction.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
