Deimos
Information was a wealthy partaking; something they’d once all grasped wholeheartedly through blights and wars, but seemed to diminish in the passing years. Perhaps repose had made some complacent. “Or the crash site.” He’d likely have to start penning that down again, and the furrow in his brow began again, mind churning back over to what they’d be encountering once they returned home. Nevertheless, in his same stoic entity, he’d persist in that damned stalwart determination. “We can at least record what we find,” especially in the guild journals; and there’d they be for anyone who craved them.
The mild joke had him at least thawing away from too many frown lines; snorting and shaking his head once more as she clung to his bicep. “And here I thought you were looking forward to it,” in the same teasing tongue, long strides sweeping them towards the Citadel not in a hurried step, but certainly not leisurely either. Content within the in between, peeling away political layers and antics for melded moments more. “All right, we can do that then,” confirmed swiftly, still without their Advisor, cast in his own notions about the Grounds.
The mention of the infirmary started something else though, and he could feel those rancorous, embittered edges beginning to notch their way down his spine – perhaps, in some ways, towards Ru or Sunjata or revolving turns of change that he’d always detested anyway. That the Valkyrie’s impending departure, that he still didn’t know how to feel about, had put more on Evie’s shoulders vexed him too, and he wasn’t quite certain what to do with the irritation marring the barbs in his throat. Instead, there was a long, long sigh molded within, piercing gaze flickering down to stare at the top of her head, and then tilt to see the depths of her eyes. “You do not have to take it on if you do not want to.”
The mild joke had him at least thawing away from too many frown lines; snorting and shaking his head once more as she clung to his bicep. “And here I thought you were looking forward to it,” in the same teasing tongue, long strides sweeping them towards the Citadel not in a hurried step, but certainly not leisurely either. Content within the in between, peeling away political layers and antics for melded moments more. “All right, we can do that then,” confirmed swiftly, still without their Advisor, cast in his own notions about the Grounds.
The mention of the infirmary started something else though, and he could feel those rancorous, embittered edges beginning to notch their way down his spine – perhaps, in some ways, towards Ru or Sunjata or revolving turns of change that he’d always detested anyway. That the Valkyrie’s impending departure, that he still didn’t know how to feel about, had put more on Evie’s shoulders vexed him too, and he wasn’t quite certain what to do with the irritation marring the barbs in his throat. Instead, there was a long, long sigh molded within, piercing gaze flickering down to stare at the top of her head, and then tilt to see the depths of her eyes. “You do not have to take it on if you do not want to.”
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.
