Deimos
walked from revelation to revelation
came back storm-drenched
came back storm-drenched
Deimos watched once more, with all the incantations pulsing through his veins, should anything require them. Brow arched, he watched the surge of movements, motions, shifting, and maneuvering as the armor began to sink, resting at the bottom of the churning depths and fathoms.
When nothing seemed to happen, other than the starlight and depths surrounding and pervading, the task was completed – no harm, no foul – and the armor returned. “Thank you,” he obliged with that stoic gratitude, checking it over as he lifted it from the water. Nothing worse for wear. Nothing damaged. “Mm. Likewise for you as well.” Peace and repose wasn’t something they had multitudes of nowadays – and at least they’d be able to return to their separate parties, homelands, and regions with some multitudes completed, finished, and solidified for the future.
[FIN]
When nothing seemed to happen, other than the starlight and depths surrounding and pervading, the task was completed – no harm, no foul – and the armor returned. “Thank you,” he obliged with that stoic gratitude, checking it over as he lifted it from the water. Nothing worse for wear. Nothing damaged. “Mm. Likewise for you as well.” Peace and repose wasn’t something they had multitudes of nowadays – and at least they’d be able to return to their separate parties, homelands, and regions with some multitudes completed, finished, and solidified for the future.
[FIN]
through shattered mountains and aching famine
stronger than all of it
stronger than all of it
