Deimos
Some part of him, deeply inward and wrapped around his ribcage, hoped the sentiments weren’t true. That perhaps things had been mistaken, and all the misgivings, trepidations, and things that had nagged at the back of his mind had been only that. But upon seeing the ring, the same one he’d carried to Starfall, made everything clear and precise.
He sighed; casting another long, slow breath, trying to let everything else subside around him. “Ah. I did not realize it was a shared item.” Nodding, and not needing to see the item any closer, his thoughts rankled and bit; feeling the summoning of another headache coming along. “So he was already aware…,” and maybe that made it much worse. It confirmed the suspicions of the rapier, of who might’ve sent along information to have it then stolen from Ronin…
And all the planning. All the meetings. Not only did the Family have intangible threads listening in on conversations, but now they had someone within the very battlements. “That explains a lot,” he mustered, fighting the urge to put his palms up to his forehead. “Thank you for trying, and letting me know. I will contact Ronin and Remi and see if there is something we can do.” Mentioning it to Ru also pulsed at his brain; but he didn’t know if the timing (what with them being newly engaged) mattered, or if she’d even care. She didn’t seem to about all his other sins. “Did he say how it happened?” A longshot, probably, and Deimos might've already known on the blurred sentiments already shared by the Flood once; but he snagged at the parchment he’d had laden for notes, and began to scrawl out another message.
He sighed; casting another long, slow breath, trying to let everything else subside around him. “Ah. I did not realize it was a shared item.” Nodding, and not needing to see the item any closer, his thoughts rankled and bit; feeling the summoning of another headache coming along. “So he was already aware…,” and maybe that made it much worse. It confirmed the suspicions of the rapier, of who might’ve sent along information to have it then stolen from Ronin…
And all the planning. All the meetings. Not only did the Family have intangible threads listening in on conversations, but now they had someone within the very battlements. “That explains a lot,” he mustered, fighting the urge to put his palms up to his forehead. “Thank you for trying, and letting me know. I will contact Ronin and Remi and see if there is something we can do.” Mentioning it to Ru also pulsed at his brain; but he didn’t know if the timing (what with them being newly engaged) mattered, or if she’d even care. She didn’t seem to about all his other sins. “Did he say how it happened?” A longshot, probably, and Deimos might've already known on the blurred sentiments already shared by the Flood once; but he snagged at the parchment he’d had laden for notes, and began to scrawl out another message.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
