last bud not least

DEIMOS

Aftermaths spurred him on even more so – a necessary rite to keep him from spinning over on his own decisions. But the information needed to be shared, in case others were bound to unfortunately be pinned and positioned within the same formation, so his meanderings through Frey’s Breath, while still searching for the lilies, was a twofold operation.

His head was down though, no flight – needing the ground, the rush of the water nearby, the heat crushing against his lungs. Dorian, the Head of the Family, came to see me he started in a deep low rumble towards Sunjata, seeking out roots and petals and something that wasn’t labeled damnation on an entire region. Told me he would grant complete safety for Halo if I no longer interfered with the Family. Which, given his current gait and stride and walk, the answer was probably already quite clear to the Flood. Thought you should know, in case he does the same to you.

i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky

all that we got is a dream and a glock and we don't believe anything that they say

Back at Frey’s Breath, where this time he’s worn a better assortment of clothes to try and ward away the heat that still remains suffocating, he’d at least been able to bring a metal flask full of water that he can chill with the newfound capabilities of his water magic. So it’s with that at his hip that the Flood steps up beside Deimos, glancing over at him as he speaks through the Attuned bond, before turning his attention away to peer at the edges of the springs, searching for something floating amongst the rest.

He can’t say he’s surprised to hear the notion of what the Family has been up to, frowning slightly. Could be considered desperate if they’re trying to convince us not to fight. Sunjata murmurs through the bond, unsure if they should be proud they’ve been such pains in the asses. Thanks for the heads up. I haven’t found any information on him yet. Dorian, he means.

SUNJATA

DEIMOS

The Sword had yet to consider the offered notions – his mind too full of the brimming threats to his family. His jaw clenched again, intending to go mulish, but he persevered through the initial unyielding mantra, eyes flickering upwards, over pools, ignoring some minor crowds still insistent on the heat and swell of the Climb, before prolonging a very agonizing sigh. Maybe. Or he’d put a nail in the coffin of his loved ones if they dared to leave the Citadel. The Oerwoud and the Draig are still infected. If some groups head there… he left that up in the air – the latter was a huge hazard and might be left to fend for itself.

Maybe he just didn’t want to regret it. Or maybe deep down, he knew that bowing his head to the enemy wasn’t a part of his entity. He made some comments about my family. So his gaze went to Sunjata, on a very silent ‘be careful’ notion. Seems to be an easy way to manipulate.

i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky

all that we got is a dream and a glock and we don't believe anything that they say

The Draig might be easier for us to get to.. The stronger ones, rather than having to let those not as strong take the brunt of a space that Sunjata still avoided like the plague and had never once step foot in. But he nods to the mention of the Oerwoud, frowning slightly as he considers it and turns on his heel to head toward a different edge of the springs. Maybe he could mention it to Koa and Alys, ones that wanted to to do more but didn’t know where to start.

Sighing and wrinkling his nose, he glances back at Deimos briefly, meeting the Sword’s gaze. Sounds like the type of shit my dad would do. And if there ever was a manipulative man to walk, it was his father. And Sunjata’s hopes and dreams had often been the only source of happiness he’d clung to would vanish before his very eyes. I’m sorry, though. And he hoped immensely that nothing would come from the threats.

SUNJATA

DEIMOS

The Draig wouldn’t be as big of a problem – but it just meant that was one more thing they had to take on. Sometimes there is truly not enough time in the day, was a modest grumble, and a long breath pooled from his lungs again, the inevitable frustrations of running a region and combining factions into a war making a lead mantle around his shoulders once more.

Then, with nothing showing up even remotely resembling a flower, his nose wrinkled.

He only arched a brow at the dad comment; he’d only heard bits and pieces of that turmoil from years ago. The Sword’s father would have never – but he’d been on the receiving end of many threats on his own ventures across lands. Just not many pinpointed on his own flesh and blood. We will see. And his jaw clenched, eyes narrowing at the idle frustration booming and blooming into his chest. We can check over this way too, motioning towards the entrance, rather than the way they’d been threading through.

[FIN]

i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky