and the only solution was to stand and fight
The sunken, tragic, and vulnerable slashings across the Attuned bond made him try desperately to find a way afloat the rampant river of emotions. He knew the deluge of heartbreak, death, demise, and the way that it all tore, beat, and bled anew; and had no yearnings to be trapped under its suffocating, overbearing weight again. Breathing steadily, trying to carve his nonchalance and raise the inner walls again, his own measures were tightly sealed, striving to regain some footing in this world that threatened to bash and slash every day. He wasn’t even sure what to offer Noah any longer. His friendship had been stretched to a paper thin void – were they in better circumstances, he might have stood and embraced the other man, tried to offer his strength and solace in this horrendous hour.
Instead, he swallowed down so much rancor and bile – memories of yesteryears in exile, of affable laughter as they wound their way through more and more horrors, depictions, and plans, and then stared down at dragon teeth and fangs. Cloaks. Fabrics and remnants of what Cordelia had been. “Do you want us to have a service for her?” He asked instead of the hundreds of other things – perhaps some contentment in that the Forsaken had been able to destroy the other beast. Maybe the cycle of vengeance had done its work. Maybe it wouldn’t matter in the interim; because it didn’t replace the One Shot. “How are the kids?” Having lost his own parents at a somewhat youthful age, he could imagine it was under the ‘not well’ category.
Then the springs. His jaw clenched, eyes narrowing. “I know. I am sure you can figure out the culprits. My plans are to finish our void blocking for the Citadel, and then work on restoring the springs.”
Instead, he swallowed down so much rancor and bile – memories of yesteryears in exile, of affable laughter as they wound their way through more and more horrors, depictions, and plans, and then stared down at dragon teeth and fangs. Cloaks. Fabrics and remnants of what Cordelia had been. “Do you want us to have a service for her?” He asked instead of the hundreds of other things – perhaps some contentment in that the Forsaken had been able to destroy the other beast. Maybe the cycle of vengeance had done its work. Maybe it wouldn’t matter in the interim; because it didn’t replace the One Shot. “How are the kids?” Having lost his own parents at a somewhat youthful age, he could imagine it was under the ‘not well’ category.
Then the springs. His jaw clenched, eyes narrowing. “I know. I am sure you can figure out the culprits. My plans are to finish our void blocking for the Citadel, and then work on restoring the springs.”
DEIMOS
