Deimos
Any world the Sword, or Reaper, had lived within, had felt the burden of deities and their wars. Isilme, with its radical overtures and power-hungry zealots. Helovia, with followers enchanted by their lands’ gods. And here too – so engrained, so accustomed, so developed and known, that he hadn’t been anywhere that fought against it. Ignorant to any terrains that hadn’t been predisposed to the undercutting of violence, he could only nod at the balance of circumstances. “Then you have plenty to do,” followed by a light smile, a more yielding display; not so taut.
A sigh softened through his lungs though at the next speech; considering the walks of life on Caido. He was aware of Ascended having emotions; his best friend had been one, and her daughter thereafter. His brows furrowed though, eyes tracing back over the floor; contemplating everything he’d ever fought for – love and survival and protection, shielding those he cherished as best he could until –
His jaw clenched.
“Are we discussing Maea?” The inquiry wasn’t cold, but somewhat calculating, trying to find the platitudes there. Of which man she’d opted to stake another life upon, lingering in a firm regret of leaving the gods she’d sworn herself to.
To the other endeavors, his gaze lifted, half a grin etched along his mouth, and not reaching his stare. “I think most can, but the Ascended have not done themselves any favors.”
A sigh softened through his lungs though at the next speech; considering the walks of life on Caido. He was aware of Ascended having emotions; his best friend had been one, and her daughter thereafter. His brows furrowed though, eyes tracing back over the floor; contemplating everything he’d ever fought for – love and survival and protection, shielding those he cherished as best he could until –
His jaw clenched.
“Are we discussing Maea?” The inquiry wasn’t cold, but somewhat calculating, trying to find the platitudes there. Of which man she’d opted to stake another life upon, lingering in a firm regret of leaving the gods she’d sworn herself to.
To the other endeavors, his gaze lifted, half a grin etched along his mouth, and not reaching his stare. “I think most can, but the Ascended have not done themselves any favors.”
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
