He wouldn’t permit the sudden and bitter onslaught of missing her, or that wholly encompassing loss, well along his chest. Even if it suddenly blistered at the pride in her voice and the wake of the earth churning; pressing it down, down, down because they’d agreed and he’d soldiered onward just as he always had.
Didn’t make it any easier though.
So he smiled, eyes lowering to rest on her features and wait – stunned, momentarily, by the words as they hit, echo, and then cycled back through. His gaze widened, shocked, bewildered, and then not, returning to rest in their habitual state as he shook his head, laughed in wonder. Because not everyone thought like him, because others had hopes and dreams of aspirations beneath a god’s ilk, and it was Frey, which meant she was safe.
It was okay. She’d be okay. And he’d repeat that to himself a thousand times over so it built like another one of his walls. That herald wasn’t like so many of them – and he bit the machinations, finding himself at war with his own thoughts. These weren’t chains. She hadn’t lost her power. “Congratulations,” he gave instead, entirely earnest and sincere. Along the way, she’d earned the prowess, the respect, and the honor, rising from Abandoned, to Hybrid, to demigod formidability. “What a fearsome thought though,” he teased, waiting for her rebuttal, granting another grin. “What are you meant to do with this newfound power?”
Didn’t make it any easier though.
So he smiled, eyes lowering to rest on her features and wait – stunned, momentarily, by the words as they hit, echo, and then cycled back through. His gaze widened, shocked, bewildered, and then not, returning to rest in their habitual state as he shook his head, laughed in wonder. Because not everyone thought like him, because others had hopes and dreams of aspirations beneath a god’s ilk, and it was Frey, which meant she was safe.
It was okay. She’d be okay. And he’d repeat that to himself a thousand times over so it built like another one of his walls. That herald wasn’t like so many of them – and he bit the machinations, finding himself at war with his own thoughts. These weren’t chains. She hadn’t lost her power. “Congratulations,” he gave instead, entirely earnest and sincere. Along the way, she’d earned the prowess, the respect, and the honor, rising from Abandoned, to Hybrid, to demigod formidability. “What a fearsome thought though,” he teased, waiting for her rebuttal, granting another grin. “What are you meant to do with this newfound power?”
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
