intention erased

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame His expectations were minimal at this juncture, mostly resounding and predicting a firm no, and otherwise he fell to silence, eyes roaming along the bookshop, while Samuel pieced together the information. The questions came thereafter, a pause in the refrain and scope of what was to come, either with this Ascended or another. “My thoughts were to repel them – but I will not have control over the nature of its enchantments.” They would have Safrin for that; once everything was settled, configured. A nod was granted to the second inquiry, pondering over potential objections. “Yes, the College.” No one had said or denied it otherwise – brandishing and bolting it upon the door, everyone else who’d decided to stay safely tucked within. In the end, even if the location was altered, it wouldn’t truly matter – the herald would come when they were ready. If the faith and belief he suddenly had in those moments segmented and twisted around his mind, strange and bizarre, he didn’t say anything. There seemed to be more calculations and machinations; pleased to see Amalia’s brother was capable of logic, instead of alwaus launching off into the ether as some of their blood was prone to do (last year’s bizarre circumstances with the LongNight chasm not withstanding). He inclined his head and raised his brows slightly at the interest, and then the condition. Samuel wanted credit for his efforts, an emblazoning, a show, that the Ascended had assisted immensely in the campaign to ward off the monsters, the demons, the fiends knocking upon thresholds. The Sword could comprehend that too, along the nature of sacrifices, of too many other mercurial whims embedded and emboldened between the world, of too many other events contorted in the past. “I could do that.” He offered the slightest of smiles, ideas circulating along his mind, arms folding across his chest. “Zuriel can heal you,” and he lifted his chin towards the unicorn, who’d begun snooping and sniffing down an aisle. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace