DEIMOS
While Evie wore her frustration and irritation on her sleeve, Deimos had the icy vigilance and distorted semblance of having time to mull over the behaviors. So he remained the grounding, settled portions, albeit still inherently disappointed in the matter, as the Evergreen unfurled her rightful fumes, and he watched with an arched brow.
Truth be told, Noah should have known better. He’d been in politics for a long time. He’d been wholly capable well before any mess with Vi, and the Sword couldn’t make sense of why all of this seemed to unravel one right after the other – a strange set of event that left him confused and bewildered at the state of the Forsaken’s actions. Where some would’ve bowed their head in shame, or adhered immediately to anything their god asked of them, Noah seemed to be going about it in the strangest, and most debilitating, way imaginable. “I know. Nor did we pull it away from him. The rank was lost when he was chained to the Grounds.” He shrugged, having already admitted the same to the demigod.
Her hand found his, and his fingers wrapped around hers, head tilting to scrutinize, to listen. “I am hoping, given time, he will finally understand why it was ineffectual.” And asinine, but that went unsaid. Instead his concern was beginning to pinpoint on Evie – and he had to wonder if the stress of everything else, including now taking hold of the Academy, was wearing on her. “But I did not know if you wanted to do anything else with him,” besides the lecture, or if it had been enough.
But then her head was on his chest, and his palms rose to meet her cheeks, lifting her upward so he could gaze into her eyes. “Are you all right?”
Truth be told, Noah should have known better. He’d been in politics for a long time. He’d been wholly capable well before any mess with Vi, and the Sword couldn’t make sense of why all of this seemed to unravel one right after the other – a strange set of event that left him confused and bewildered at the state of the Forsaken’s actions. Where some would’ve bowed their head in shame, or adhered immediately to anything their god asked of them, Noah seemed to be going about it in the strangest, and most debilitating, way imaginable. “I know. Nor did we pull it away from him. The rank was lost when he was chained to the Grounds.” He shrugged, having already admitted the same to the demigod.
Her hand found his, and his fingers wrapped around hers, head tilting to scrutinize, to listen. “I am hoping, given time, he will finally understand why it was ineffectual.” And asinine, but that went unsaid. Instead his concern was beginning to pinpoint on Evie – and he had to wonder if the stress of everything else, including now taking hold of the Academy, was wearing on her. “But I did not know if you wanted to do anything else with him,” besides the lecture, or if it had been enough.
But then her head was on his chest, and his palms rose to meet her cheeks, lifting her upward so he could gaze into her eyes. “Are you all right?”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
