Deimos
walked from revelation to revelation
came back storm-drenched
came back storm-drenched
The concept of a vacation, and committing to the task, were two separate operations. In the end, they managed to settle on places, travel, and a schedule that would at least alleviate a sense of freedom for several days. The Sword had compiled a multi-layered list of things for other individuals to survey and oversee in their absence, and though the very notion of leaving delegated tasks to others nearly made his skin crawl, he’d taken more than a few deep breaths, and they’d departed, out towards boats on the sea.
Even hiring others to cart them around had made him uneasy; used to doing it all on his own – usually by some kind of feathered or bakunawa flight. But as Evie reminded him, then that wouldn’t have been a proper amount of rest – he’d simply be doing the same thing he always did. Perhaps she could be convinced for the way back though.
So despite the trepidation over leaving portions behind, as the snowy, wintry sanction was unlikely to completely dissolve in their brief holiday, he’d long since sunk into one of the deck chairs, glancing across the waves and wake along the Brizo portions. The rain had held off, and the sailing itself had been smooth, calm, and compliant. Erebos had long since raced back and forth across the decks, until he tired himself out and napped on one of the other adjoining chaise lounges.
Inclining his jawline upwards, much like he would’ve done amidst the frozen, Halovian wind, this time only the sea air brushed against his skin, and amused, he snorted, turning back towards Evie nearby. “All right, fine. This is nice.” Even if he didn’t quite know what to do with himself. “I did have gossip for you,” he teased, to see if she’d bite, brow arching as his gaze went along rock walls and formations as they slowly passed by.
Even hiring others to cart them around had made him uneasy; used to doing it all on his own – usually by some kind of feathered or bakunawa flight. But as Evie reminded him, then that wouldn’t have been a proper amount of rest – he’d simply be doing the same thing he always did. Perhaps she could be convinced for the way back though.
So despite the trepidation over leaving portions behind, as the snowy, wintry sanction was unlikely to completely dissolve in their brief holiday, he’d long since sunk into one of the deck chairs, glancing across the waves and wake along the Brizo portions. The rain had held off, and the sailing itself had been smooth, calm, and compliant. Erebos had long since raced back and forth across the decks, until he tired himself out and napped on one of the other adjoining chaise lounges.
Inclining his jawline upwards, much like he would’ve done amidst the frozen, Halovian wind, this time only the sea air brushed against his skin, and amused, he snorted, turning back towards Evie nearby. “All right, fine. This is nice.” Even if he didn’t quite know what to do with himself. “I did have gossip for you,” he teased, to see if she’d bite, brow arching as his gaze went along rock walls and formations as they slowly passed by.
through shattered mountains and aching famine
stronger than all of it
stronger than all of it
