Deimos
Settling into the silence, the pause, in the nature of the question, he pinpointed his attention upon the next fissure; aligning earthen incantations into the structure, watching as it manifested into smooth stone overtures again. What he didn’t expect amidst the configurations was the unfolding of it all – his gaze swinging back to Luka as he spoke of Soleil and her appeals.
His loyalty was much the same – usually affixed to a certain land, driven by purpose, persistence, perseverance, always trying to make it stronger, better, more resistant to the world outside. The only time he hadn’t been completely conditioned into allegiance had been the Grounds themselves – though it could’ve been the trauma, the lack of devotion, and the mountains calling him from homes beyond these current realms. So while he couldn’t fathom traversing into another land to live and settle, he’d come to find others didn’t hold the same opinion, like Ru, or yearned for adventure – which didn’t stop him from having any – like Soleil.
“I am sorry if she feels she has to adhere a certain way here,” he murmured at first; not wanting to feel like that overbearing demon again. The Valkyrie’s justification for departing had been different – but it was fresh in his mind, and while he craved for all of them to stay, to be strong and willing and courageous alongside, his sentiments scarcely mattered in the crux of their stories.
The matters thereafter though left his features in a frown, a long, slow breath unfurling into puffs of billowing air around him. “I would probably feel the same though,” adrift and bereft at being incapable of helping, of being too late. That thought had always been enough to gnaw at his backbone, at his own misspent hours as a youth, and returning home to find nothing left of a home. “But there will always be something to do,” to make up for those times, those hours. “I will speak to her about it, if she is willing to listen,” here he gave Luka a head tilt, figuring he’d know best about the situation.
He snorted at the other implication – shaking his head before maneuvering further down the line of stone.
His loyalty was much the same – usually affixed to a certain land, driven by purpose, persistence, perseverance, always trying to make it stronger, better, more resistant to the world outside. The only time he hadn’t been completely conditioned into allegiance had been the Grounds themselves – though it could’ve been the trauma, the lack of devotion, and the mountains calling him from homes beyond these current realms. So while he couldn’t fathom traversing into another land to live and settle, he’d come to find others didn’t hold the same opinion, like Ru, or yearned for adventure – which didn’t stop him from having any – like Soleil.
“I am sorry if she feels she has to adhere a certain way here,” he murmured at first; not wanting to feel like that overbearing demon again. The Valkyrie’s justification for departing had been different – but it was fresh in his mind, and while he craved for all of them to stay, to be strong and willing and courageous alongside, his sentiments scarcely mattered in the crux of their stories.
The matters thereafter though left his features in a frown, a long, slow breath unfurling into puffs of billowing air around him. “I would probably feel the same though,” adrift and bereft at being incapable of helping, of being too late. That thought had always been enough to gnaw at his backbone, at his own misspent hours as a youth, and returning home to find nothing left of a home. “But there will always be something to do,” to make up for those times, those hours. “I will speak to her about it, if she is willing to listen,” here he gave Luka a head tilt, figuring he’d know best about the situation.
He snorted at the other implication – shaking his head before maneuvering further down the line of stone.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
