Deimos
before bones, before dirt, before even light
this is who we were
Deimos often felt like an intruder here too – but it was purposeful and direct, a line of sedition he readily enjoyed. Stormbreak could have its history of racism, animosity, and hatred, but there they were, standing amidst the pillars with Abandoned blood lining their entities anyway. All of their blinded ambitions and aspirations eventually faded away into the present, where the leagues of bigoted and intolerant voids collapsed upon themselves. So his head remained high and his pride stayed intact, and he wasn’t going to be looking down in these midsts and towering walls. He’d done his part, and so had the rest.this is who we were
Listening to Aurelia’s speech, his brow stayed arched, and mood otherwise neutral. She sounded like a new recruit, once swinging their blades alone at home and simply getting the feel for it. Nodding at the implications, he figured on where they could start, save for the end comment. Drawing his own sword, his eyes narrowed speculatively, before pinpointing solely on her. “You do not need to be worthy to defend yourself.” She could take that strange, embedded notion off her shoulders; he wasn’t going to listen to some dramatic, maudlin disposition. Moving away from all the sentiments completely, because that statement alone notched a few cords of irritation in his soul, he gave her the first direction. “Show me your stance.” Then they could work from there.
this untamable expanse
churning proof that we have always been deep, restless souls
churning proof that we have always been deep, restless souls
