[Training] nature offers a violence

Deimos

before bones, before dirt, before even light
this is who we were

Words flickered around and toward, and he loosened another breath before glancing over his shoulder at Aurelia; changed and not. The arch of his brow broke away the otherwise nonchalant depth of his features, eyes narrowing slightly, a very swift and careful study, before pulling away to his notebook again. “I did not think the gods would mind,” he gave with a shrug of his shoulders; movements speaking of a barbarity and effortless ease of violence long harbored and harpooned. They’d fought wars in their name after all. There were more still likely to come.

Taking those few moments, he couldn’t quite harbor the age-old bitterness, not yet or not now, and he placed the journal back into his bag, taking a few strides away from some passersby, until the courtyard opened another wake of space – only some bowed heads nearby along stone benches. “I had business to attend to here anyway.” Mostly of the guild variety, and not of the void – though its touch within Stormbreak meandered more towards the reigning seat than anything else, save for a few creatures. “How much have you practiced?” His jawline jutted towards the blade strapped to her back. “Inexperienced” could mean any number of things.

this untamable expanse
churning proof that we have always been deep, restless souls