DEIMOS
His brows furrowed again, mind absorbing the information as it burned about, circling and contorting through, striving to understand where the trepidation lingered. Deimos hadn’t enjoyed the brief interval of his incantations, his shifts, disappearing completely from his soul – gone and extinguished – but someone like Dahlia? Who supposedly had so many powers? So much strength? Who’d knocked Remi around? Strange was all he could say at first, the multitudes of inquiries distorting the air of calculations – but probably none that would surface. Maybe it implied that she wouldn’t do anything unless they antagonized and irritated first…
Shaking his head, a decision already being made, he still tilted his head back to the Flood, perhaps to hear the answer from the one who held the neutral area. Do you believe the Refuge will be safe from the Family then?
Shaking his head, a decision already being made, he still tilted his head back to the Flood, perhaps to hear the answer from the one who held the neutral area. Do you believe the Refuge will be safe from the Family then?
who we were before bones, before dirt, before even light
we have always been deep, restless souls
we have always been deep, restless souls
