Deimos
The blight, and the sickness that came thereafter, carried its own burden on the Sword. Harsh reminders and outliers curled right over the brambles of his memory, sticking outwards as warnings and fixtures; from Kiada being afflicted with the blackened state, to himself and multitudes of others on the second iteration. The potential for widespread suffering didn’t evade him, and there were some hopes instilled that this wouldn’t be the case again – but if it wasn’t, he didn’t have an answer for the hows and whys.
But they’d try, as they always did.
A long breath unfurled as patted Zuriel on the nose once more, and took Evie’s hand in the other, watching quietly as the plant was sealed away behind the box’s clasped jaws and hinges. He wished he could promise that Frey would answer, that Nature would arrive, but with Abandoned blood, the silence was always possible. Instead, he bowed his head and rumbled, proceeding to turn back towards home. “Agreed. And see if there are others.” In regions, in the Wilds, across kingdoms – if this was more than just a singular fluke. Zuriel’s footsteps followed and Belial lurked overhead, and he had to wonder what exactly they were facing ahead. “So we make it where we can,” the Sword prospered on another long and collected breath – on weddings, on pieces and fragments of serenity, building Halo and themselves upwards so they could survive and sustain and remain even when chaos hit. “Did you have any thoughts about what we wanted to do for the region this season?”
But they’d try, as they always did.
A long breath unfurled as patted Zuriel on the nose once more, and took Evie’s hand in the other, watching quietly as the plant was sealed away behind the box’s clasped jaws and hinges. He wished he could promise that Frey would answer, that Nature would arrive, but with Abandoned blood, the silence was always possible. Instead, he bowed his head and rumbled, proceeding to turn back towards home. “Agreed. And see if there are others.” In regions, in the Wilds, across kingdoms – if this was more than just a singular fluke. Zuriel’s footsteps followed and Belial lurked overhead, and he had to wonder what exactly they were facing ahead. “So we make it where we can,” the Sword prospered on another long and collected breath – on weddings, on pieces and fragments of serenity, building Halo and themselves upwards so they could survive and sustain and remain even when chaos hit. “Did you have any thoughts about what we wanted to do for the region this season?”
what does it mean to look upon a ruin
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
