cover you when the sky comes crashing in
The indifferent shrug informed him his humor had failed to meet its mark, and so the juvenile motions slipped away from his features; face altering make into its usual stony, furrowed, and contemplative composure. He wasn’t certain about the interpretation of any of them – always some portions seemingly vague enough to contort around the reality of any given day, or to mark and etch the way Caido unfurled from time to time. If they were simply guiding lines, murmurs drawn in sand, whispers of everything, or naught at all. The pragmaticism in his mind seemingly won over once more; but he’d still bear them in the notches of his ribs or the machinations consistently stirring. “Thank you,” he offered instead when all was said and done.
That she followed the same lines for her own practices and ongoings made him wonder if it wasn’t unlike prayers and offerings every day at shrines; little by little, instilling faith in things. Before another inquiry could be unleashed from behind his teeth, there seemed to be a small crowd forming around them – intrigued, maybe, by the fact that the Warden was sitting there, or that the curiosity of the tarot itself beckoned them around. Smiling softly, and lifting Erebos from his lap, the Sword nodded. “Seems you have some onlookers. I will leave you be.” The infant giggled and gurled, waving to Alys again, before they too disappeared amidst sleds, unicorns, and perytons, granting space for the next readings.
[FIN]
That she followed the same lines for her own practices and ongoings made him wonder if it wasn’t unlike prayers and offerings every day at shrines; little by little, instilling faith in things. Before another inquiry could be unleashed from behind his teeth, there seemed to be a small crowd forming around them – intrigued, maybe, by the fact that the Warden was sitting there, or that the curiosity of the tarot itself beckoned them around. Smiling softly, and lifting Erebos from his lap, the Sword nodded. “Seems you have some onlookers. I will leave you be.” The infant giggled and gurled, waving to Alys again, before they too disappeared amidst sleds, unicorns, and perytons, granting space for the next readings.
[FIN]
DEIMOS
