DEIMOS
The Sword had yet to consider the offered notions – his mind too full of the brimming threats to his family. His jaw clenched again, intending to go mulish, but he persevered through the initial unyielding mantra, eyes flickering upwards, over pools, ignoring some minor crowds still insistent on the heat and swell of the Climb, before prolonging a very agonizing sigh. Maybe. Or he’d put a nail in the coffin of his loved ones if they dared to leave the Citadel. The Oerwoud and the Draig are still infected. If some groups head there… he left that up in the air – the latter was a huge hazard and might be left to fend for itself.
Maybe he just didn’t want to regret it. Or maybe deep down, he knew that bowing his head to the enemy wasn’t a part of his entity. He made some comments about my family. So his gaze went to Sunjata, on a very silent ‘be careful’ notion. Seems to be an easy way to manipulate.
Maybe he just didn’t want to regret it. Or maybe deep down, he knew that bowing his head to the enemy wasn’t a part of his entity. He made some comments about my family. So his gaze went to Sunjata, on a very silent ‘be careful’ notion. Seems to be an easy way to manipulate.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
