cover you when the sky comes crashing in
The air whipped through, cold and unrelenting, and he let it slide along for a moment, before catching its chilling wiles and conducting the temperature to something feasible. All they needed was something to breeze, not freeze, through and chase away the age-old portions left to linger over one too many seasons.
The promise made him snort as he maneuvered to one of the bookshelves, immediately rearranging tomes and journals left out, closing pages open on random monsters that seemed like ancient, buried things now. “Still – should be busy enough again. Need to clean out whatever is left of the void.”
It did feel very strange, odd, to already be moving past all those threatening gestures and hovering, looming omens. He’d grown so used to the heavy, burdensome weight across his shoulders that he didn’t know what to do with the lifted portions – gone, frayed, soon to be forgotten.
Her inquiry made his mind shift gears though, and he nodded as he went through another pile, placing some back in alphabetical order. “Of course.” Though the implications of Sunjata being mauled caused that residual arch of his brow again. “What did you do?”
Ah, the missed rodeo. He probably would’ve known had he actually gone. But after Dorian’s remarks, the Family itself, the past gatherings where widespread panic and bloodshed ran rampant, all he’d wanted to do was sequester himself in the known reaches of his home. “Sorry. Spent time with my family. Maybe the next one.”
The promise made him snort as he maneuvered to one of the bookshelves, immediately rearranging tomes and journals left out, closing pages open on random monsters that seemed like ancient, buried things now. “Still – should be busy enough again. Need to clean out whatever is left of the void.”
It did feel very strange, odd, to already be moving past all those threatening gestures and hovering, looming omens. He’d grown so used to the heavy, burdensome weight across his shoulders that he didn’t know what to do with the lifted portions – gone, frayed, soon to be forgotten.
Her inquiry made his mind shift gears though, and he nodded as he went through another pile, placing some back in alphabetical order. “Of course.” Though the implications of Sunjata being mauled caused that residual arch of his brow again. “What did you do?”
Ah, the missed rodeo. He probably would’ve known had he actually gone. But after Dorian’s remarks, the Family itself, the past gatherings where widespread panic and bloodshed ran rampant, all he’d wanted to do was sequester himself in the known reaches of his home. “Sorry. Spent time with my family. Maybe the next one.”
DEIMOS
