DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Converging about the cliffs, soon after Seren’s funeral and strategizing with Sunjata, only gave him the slightest pause. His jaw clenched and he stared across the ocean wakes nestled and crashing into stone and crag, contemplating the rounds of anarchy spiraling before them. Multiple attacks over LongNight. Infected demigods. Destroyed springs. And likely more to come – and if things were not done, not taken care of, not sealed away and mauled, then they would just continue to fester, weaken, decay.
As was his habit, he took a long, long breath – trying to find a way to expel the rising tension and apprehension in his ribs. Going home, to Halo, to aspects so easily known, to slip away into the cold and tundra and family and simply never come out sounded vastly appealing. But he couldn’t; for there was too much to be done.
His eyes followed the horizon line as Belial extended his wings – coasting and ghosting over the thermals, until the peryton screeched, spotting Alys from his higher vantage point.
As was his habit, he took a long, long breath – trying to find a way to expel the rising tension and apprehension in his ribs. Going home, to Halo, to aspects so easily known, to slip away into the cold and tundra and family and simply never come out sounded vastly appealing. But he couldn’t; for there was too much to be done.
His eyes followed the horizon line as Belial extended his wings – coasting and ghosting over the thermals, until the peryton screeched, spotting Alys from his higher vantage point.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
