and the only solution was to stand and fight
With no lies detected, Deimos listened quietly, beseeching Ronin a light smile of regrets for his attention being solely on the interrogation. “Sorry,” he rumbled and murmured, acquiescing to Ronin’s request with snagging at the water droplets and turning them into nothing more than vapor; adding in warmer swells of air to dry and warm the White Knight.
The other inquiries were good ones; if Dahlia would know, if his pretenses were capable, and how the instance had truly come about. The method of her infecting purposes had his brow arching, and then the following information left his eyes widening. A brief slip of the mask as Sunjata revealed that Ru was affected as well.
His jaw clenched, and all that calm veneer managed to snap into hordes of walls and trepidation combined together; holding it tightly against his ribs so that it didn’t burst out the seams of his flesh and bone. Any questions he’d had for the Flood died off, a great, long breath blurred into his lungs, barely feeling the cold rush of air. The meaning was clear, even if he didn’t want to believe it, even if he’d always thought Ru infinitely more clever than to willingly put herself in such a position…
Maybe she hadn’t. Maybe she had. Maybe she’d been trying for something or simply went about it in her own usual way – thinking herself wholly capable of such a dangerous dalliance.
After some moments of striving to put himself back into some equilibrium, eyes going from the springs, and then back to the other men, he weighed the circumstances. The implications. Would Ru be sharing this information too - would Dahlia know that Flora was alive? Always wanting to fix, to mend, to strive, to try, to shelter and secure, his mind flickered back and forth - “Do we need to do the same thing for her, then?” Lure and toss her into the water?
The other inquiries were good ones; if Dahlia would know, if his pretenses were capable, and how the instance had truly come about. The method of her infecting purposes had his brow arching, and then the following information left his eyes widening. A brief slip of the mask as Sunjata revealed that Ru was affected as well.
His jaw clenched, and all that calm veneer managed to snap into hordes of walls and trepidation combined together; holding it tightly against his ribs so that it didn’t burst out the seams of his flesh and bone. Any questions he’d had for the Flood died off, a great, long breath blurred into his lungs, barely feeling the cold rush of air. The meaning was clear, even if he didn’t want to believe it, even if he’d always thought Ru infinitely more clever than to willingly put herself in such a position…
Maybe she hadn’t. Maybe she had. Maybe she’d been trying for something or simply went about it in her own usual way – thinking herself wholly capable of such a dangerous dalliance.
After some moments of striving to put himself back into some equilibrium, eyes going from the springs, and then back to the other men, he weighed the circumstances. The implications. Would Ru be sharing this information too - would Dahlia know that Flora was alive? Always wanting to fix, to mend, to strive, to try, to shelter and secure, his mind flickered back and forth - “Do we need to do the same thing for her, then?” Lure and toss her into the water?
DEIMOS
