DEIMOS
He kept her tucked within, however tightly or wound or unfurled she wanted to be, while still trying to wrap his head around the circumstances. Noah might’ve taken her directions, and protected her, but there were hordes of other things corresponding into such foolishness and unnecessary barrages that he couldn’t quite get past. “At least he listened to you.” And maybe that was part of it – the whole of how many times he’d put in the effort and felt nothing but a wall between them. Perhaps he missed his friend. But the Forsaken was a different individual now, and the Sword had to reconcile with the alterations and changes butchered and pieced together with a shake of his head and frustration in his bones. “He used the same assault at Seren’s meeting. Remi absorbed the damage, but it would have done enormous amounts and likely killed the newer demigods.” Amhran being blown backwards had been quite enough in the Warden’s eyes.
So while he waited for her to parse through that information, he did the same with the motions upon Talyson. His eyes shifted to glance into hers, and some ultimatums seemed to be passing, warring through. In another time and place, years and years before, the mere idea of it wouldn’t have been a thought at all. They’d both taken the high road – ignored the nasty remarks, the rampant lies, the unnecessary peevishness of it all – Deimos often didn’t even bother acknowledging the cretin. But now it had all come to other fruitions and terms, and he didn’t feel like encouraging her to endure it any longer. Why should she? “Then if you feel the need to do so, I agree.” His hands came to wrap around her cheeks, thumbs gently snagging at any tears remaining. “He has never faced a consequence for all the slights thrown. Perhaps now is the time.”
So while he waited for her to parse through that information, he did the same with the motions upon Talyson. His eyes shifted to glance into hers, and some ultimatums seemed to be passing, warring through. In another time and place, years and years before, the mere idea of it wouldn’t have been a thought at all. They’d both taken the high road – ignored the nasty remarks, the rampant lies, the unnecessary peevishness of it all – Deimos often didn’t even bother acknowledging the cretin. But now it had all come to other fruitions and terms, and he didn’t feel like encouraging her to endure it any longer. Why should she? “Then if you feel the need to do so, I agree.” His hands came to wrap around her cheeks, thumbs gently snagging at any tears remaining. “He has never faced a consequence for all the slights thrown. Perhaps now is the time.”
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
