and the only solution was to stand and fight
Graveyards and catacombs, tombs of stone, were a solemn thing. Though he understood all those souls had gone to Mort, that they were content within another realm, portions of his Outlander heart still met with the eternal unrest of knowing they were gone. He’d made many amends with those like Rexanna; but so many more had been shuffled off of mortal coils in other lands, in other worlds, with naught so binding as somewhere divine. So he stood there, quiet and stark, waiting, eyes flickering over the engraved names and titles, embedded memories of yesteryears and the present.
News of tasks, and flowers contorted through his mind, and he nodded in understanding – movements necessary, given the state of the world. It seemed the Bastion had been pulled back into the void plotlines, despite striving and trying to put the distance between. Another unfortunate thing lost; the respite and repose long gone for the whole lot of them. Do you have anything else you need to do? Though perhaps tending to this site was enough – and though likely it wasn’t overlooked, it was still a monumental thing, with rows upon rows of individuals and bones and grief.
But if he didn’t want to be alone through it all, Deimos was there just the same. If several oher plants nearby suddenly bloomed, he wouldn’t say much; earthen magic potent and strong. Clenching his jaw, and holding back another long breath, because he didn’t want to make things worse for Remi, he considered and weighed his options. Were it him in this position, he’d want to know what any of his family were scheming – especially if it meant the potential lethality and danger. Did Flora tell you of her plans? He jerked his head towards the direction of the Tower, and then waited.
News of tasks, and flowers contorted through his mind, and he nodded in understanding – movements necessary, given the state of the world. It seemed the Bastion had been pulled back into the void plotlines, despite striving and trying to put the distance between. Another unfortunate thing lost; the respite and repose long gone for the whole lot of them. Do you have anything else you need to do? Though perhaps tending to this site was enough – and though likely it wasn’t overlooked, it was still a monumental thing, with rows upon rows of individuals and bones and grief.
But if he didn’t want to be alone through it all, Deimos was there just the same. If several oher plants nearby suddenly bloomed, he wouldn’t say much; earthen magic potent and strong. Clenching his jaw, and holding back another long breath, because he didn’t want to make things worse for Remi, he considered and weighed his options. Were it him in this position, he’d want to know what any of his family were scheming – especially if it meant the potential lethality and danger. Did Flora tell you of her plans? He jerked his head towards the direction of the Tower, and then waited.
DEIMOS
