the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
Deimos’ snort only widens the butcher’s smile, reflecting to someone who’s… Newer. Newer in the sense that when he speaks with Danta, the Maverick already knows much of the history of the times before. Deimos, though, likely having to read through books to find out what happened while the Butcher did the opposite and instead, chose to read from books that talked about what happened in between.
“I was, yes. I was around before the Voice, even. Acquired were still considered blessed.” Casting a look over toward the Sword, creased with his smile, his accented voice drops a touch playfully. “Imagine my surprise to come to and see what all had changed.” It’s a sarcastic drawl, because he’s sure that Deimos could imagine it.
Instead, he continues to work, cutting each portion until he can start to polish them with the files offered, sharpening even further and shining the metal. Listening with ease, he nods, until the mention of Ancients and their abilities – one that he imagines that Deimos can understand given his hybrid status. “The versatility has always been a blessing. And Dygra has been busy since reawakening. Many of us are finding new magics and shifts that had not been around when I was last awake, at least.” Twisting to straighten up his posture, he gestures to the flickering shadow that the fire in the forge creates, activating his shadow magic to let it make its best little attempt at smacking the metal piece he’d been buffering.
“I was, yes. I was around before the Voice, even. Acquired were still considered blessed.” Casting a look over toward the Sword, creased with his smile, his accented voice drops a touch playfully. “Imagine my surprise to come to and see what all had changed.” It’s a sarcastic drawl, because he’s sure that Deimos could imagine it.
Instead, he continues to work, cutting each portion until he can start to polish them with the files offered, sharpening even further and shining the metal. Listening with ease, he nods, until the mention of Ancients and their abilities – one that he imagines that Deimos can understand given his hybrid status. “The versatility has always been a blessing. And Dygra has been busy since reawakening. Many of us are finding new magics and shifts that had not been around when I was last awake, at least.” Twisting to straighten up his posture, he gestures to the flickering shadow that the fire in the forge creates, activating his shadow magic to let it make its best little attempt at smacking the metal piece he’d been buffering.
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
