DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
The reaction was amusing; he had to stifle a laugh, and settled he for an arch of his brow again to break out of the residual nonchalant mask. Truth be told though, status and roles and ranks didn’t matter much to him – they signified the intense amount of weight and responsibility across his shoulders, and he wouldn’t wish the position on anyone. He wouldn’t consider himself above anyone – the Sword was just another individual within Caido, trying to impart survival and shelter into a sanctity of his choice. A promise of protection for his loved ones and citizens. “No need to apologize.” He’d been nosey and curious about her actions and existence, given her unfamiliarity, and she certainly hadn’t sought him out.
His eyes flickered back to the fire, granting an unseen force of his own elemental incantations into the mix, perhaps to ease the worry sprinting through. “I am no more important than anyone else.” Busier in some parts, most likely, but he’d learned how to maintain a schedule and routine that worked for him, even if it meant ignoring those breaks he’d been told to impart. He wasn’t going to force her into anything though, so he fixed Erebos’ lopsided hat with one hand, gave her an out if it all seemed to be too much. “But if you want to work with someone else, we have quite a few Abandoned here too.” He could think of quite a few off the top of his head - Sah had multitudes of magic, Evie in obvious and already said ideals, Elizabeth might enjoy honing in smaller doses, even Amhran, with newly minted demigod prowess, could probably assist and grow simultaneously.
What she'd decide, was of course, entirely up to her.
[FIN]
His eyes flickered back to the fire, granting an unseen force of his own elemental incantations into the mix, perhaps to ease the worry sprinting through. “I am no more important than anyone else.” Busier in some parts, most likely, but he’d learned how to maintain a schedule and routine that worked for him, even if it meant ignoring those breaks he’d been told to impart. He wasn’t going to force her into anything though, so he fixed Erebos’ lopsided hat with one hand, gave her an out if it all seemed to be too much. “But if you want to work with someone else, we have quite a few Abandoned here too.” He could think of quite a few off the top of his head - Sah had multitudes of magic, Evie in obvious and already said ideals, Elizabeth might enjoy honing in smaller doses, even Amhran, with newly minted demigod prowess, could probably assist and grow simultaneously.
What she'd decide, was of course, entirely up to her.
[FIN]
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
