tell the wolves I'm home
The open encouragement made him laugh, in spite of all the other circumstances surrounding and pervading, twisting and turning. They could only pierce so far here, in the corners and shelters of their own making, and he followed the persistent lines with a whisper to her ear, lips brushing over the outer shell. “Your generosity, I think.” And perhaps not to permit her evasion so easily, he lifted his gaze back to hers, studying her with every air of mischief. “Any new ones for me?” Because sometimes those affirmations alone carried him through on darker days, with more potentially building on the horizon.
He'd rather trade the reasons for their devotion and love than delve further into Hadama and Maea’s plights, but there were distinctions likely both of them needed to understand. “So he painted himself into a contradiction.” Deimos had firm suspicions that the merman turned demigod was merely backtracking on an illogical choice, burned by the regrets, consequences, and the sum of all the ridiculous parts. It had taken some time for him to even send apologies, and by then, it had been far too late in the Sword’s estimation. His solution to it all would be to find Evie some better friends, but he allowed a long sigh to billow through.
The temptation to sink beneath the water and forget all of it didn’t escape his mind, but he tended to the schematics and nature of everything still. “I commend you on your efforts. I will place no trust in him at all,” he warned, a note of caution in the rumble of his tone, in the designation of matters at hand. “His actions were enough.” Bewildering, stupefying, cowardly, selfish, and wholly asinine – and maybe this made Evie far better than him, because he didn’t forgive and forget things that endangered his own. “I hope, for your sake, and many others, that he has learned from his errors.”
He'd rather trade the reasons for their devotion and love than delve further into Hadama and Maea’s plights, but there were distinctions likely both of them needed to understand. “So he painted himself into a contradiction.” Deimos had firm suspicions that the merman turned demigod was merely backtracking on an illogical choice, burned by the regrets, consequences, and the sum of all the ridiculous parts. It had taken some time for him to even send apologies, and by then, it had been far too late in the Sword’s estimation. His solution to it all would be to find Evie some better friends, but he allowed a long sigh to billow through.
The temptation to sink beneath the water and forget all of it didn’t escape his mind, but he tended to the schematics and nature of everything still. “I commend you on your efforts. I will place no trust in him at all,” he warned, a note of caution in the rumble of his tone, in the designation of matters at hand. “His actions were enough.” Bewildering, stupefying, cowardly, selfish, and wholly asinine – and maybe this made Evie far better than him, because he didn’t forgive and forget things that endangered his own. “I hope, for your sake, and many others, that he has learned from his errors.”
the ressurected sword
