I carried my own ashes to the mountains
With agreed sentiments, and already a harsh outline on the Hollowed Grounds from past frivolities and the unfortunate ones in the last few hours, Deimos only stayed to discuss matters with the Harpy. The promise between Evie and himself hung in the air, and he pressed a kiss to her crimson crown as a means of settling nerves and acknowledging the convictions – putting in an appearance before disappearing altogether. “Let me find Kiada, and then we can go.”
Which seemed to be fortunate in the next sweeping moment that she tracked them down, another grand relief that had him unfurling a breath. When Kiada didn’t immediately launch into any news of engagements, the Sword figured Fox had yet to ask, and so settled into a light snort. “It has not been without its dramatics.” His eyes flickered over to Maea briefly, narrowing, before maneuvering around, clutching Evie tightly to his own arm in their locked elbow accords, so Kiada might see Erebos better (quiet, thank the gods that he’d never stirred prior either). “How are you?”
Which seemed to be fortunate in the next sweeping moment that she tracked them down, another grand relief that had him unfurling a breath. When Kiada didn’t immediately launch into any news of engagements, the Sword figured Fox had yet to ask, and so settled into a light snort. “It has not been without its dramatics.” His eyes flickered over to Maea briefly, narrowing, before maneuvering around, clutching Evie tightly to his own arm in their locked elbow accords, so Kiada might see Erebos better (quiet, thank the gods that he’d never stirred prior either). “How are you?”
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