intention erased

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Hm. Perhaps that line hadn’t put the Ascended at ease, based on the reaction. This wouldn’t be the first, and probably not the last, that another had stared upon him with widened eyes and the briefest traces of fear. As the Reaper, it amused him greatly, to watch the rest of the world scamper and flee at his presence, to place the art of intimidation into the fold well before he’d advanced upon an adversary. Here though, where everyone had somehow found connections and bonds, where they’d earned their footholds, where they’d managed to muster a sense of community, it merely made him silent and quiet again. A shrug of his shoulders, to angle the ruminations and sentiments off and away. While Zuriel meandered at his side, distracted by movements of others amidst the town, his eyes traversed and trailed over the pathways, realizing they were heading towards the College, the familiar backdrop looming ahead. They only glided briefly back to Samuel’s form, who seemed all the more apprehensive at the inquiry. “I can make it to your liking.” However Samuel required or requested until it was applicable and manifested aptly; maneuvering digits might be difficult, but he could likely render them still enough to hold a book, to copy over pages, to not leave the man without his capacity. Perhaps Amalia’s sibling thought him to be more of an avaricious beast – proficient at snagging, taking, and maiming another for something offered, without anything left in the fringes. In another world, it would’ve been more than likely. Helovia, and certainly Basiners, had learned to greedily claw their way through anything and everything, and leave the rest for dust, cinders, and ash. In Caido though, he had no such need. “I would not leave you incapable of your occupation.” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace