DEIMOS
Deimos chose to ignore the fact that the Flood was now someone he had to be in confidence with. If he looked too inward he would only feel the primordial, age-old bitterness and indignation, so he opted for neutrality as they maneuvered away from funerals, to along the coast, where there were enough hordes of crowds talking, conversing, laughing, and overall distractions to not seem either out of place or conspicuous. He opted to lean against a nearby railing, eyes flickering out over the city and his jaw firmly clenched, beginning to mull over the possibilities.
If it were Ru, Sunjata hopefully would’ve said something in the first place. The other probabilities ranged from his pragmatic calculations, perhaps things further awry in King’s End (the Refuge?), assaults, multitudes blocking their goals…though his impending topic, perhaps, didn’t stray too far from those leagues either. Watching as a few passed by them, clearly inebriated even though it was only midday, Deimos arched his brow, then shook his head, finally opting to simply ask. What did you want to discuss?
If it were Ru, Sunjata hopefully would’ve said something in the first place. The other probabilities ranged from his pragmatic calculations, perhaps things further awry in King’s End (the Refuge?), assaults, multitudes blocking their goals…though his impending topic, perhaps, didn’t stray too far from those leagues either. Watching as a few passed by them, clearly inebriated even though it was only midday, Deimos arched his brow, then shook his head, finally opting to simply ask. What did you want to discuss?
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
