DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Zuriel persisted in her efforts, the glowing light continuing to emit from her horn. But the Warden’s attention was reserved for the Dragoon, watching, listening, tilting his head in keen observation. The flinch was enough to signify that the other man knew it’d been a harsh, unrelenting outline they’d drawn upon themselves, and even more so now that there were several new names and targets from the Family. At least an understanding seemed to have been reached, even if it drew a very long sigh from him. “I know it is difficult, especially in these times. Many of us have committed the same acts.” Wanting to help, and ending up causing either more calamity, distress, or failure – harsh lessons learned.
Zavien seemed to be harboring enough self-loathing to not have to press anymore into the infirmary room, so he rounded to another portion. “Was there anyone leading this?” Because likely a conversation needed to be had upon rogue plans and not informing sovereigns.
Zavien seemed to be harboring enough self-loathing to not have to press anymore into the infirmary room, so he rounded to another portion. “Was there anyone leading this?” Because likely a conversation needed to be had upon rogue plans and not informing sovereigns.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
