DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Erebos loosened another set of ear-piercing squeals and laughs as he was spun, arms out and trusting, forging one more interlude of such noises when she blew the raspberries against his cheeks. He tried much the same, enveloping his lips together and making several bubbly sounds, and Deimos shook his head, amused. “He is spoiled enough,” without ripping people’s hair out – and as warned, the youth’s hands grasped for any of Ru’s golden locks lingering nearby.
His eyes followed her movements too though, watching for the strain, the regrets, the lingering portions they all seemed to have. The Valkyrie hadn’t been without her own episodes and sagas to deal with, for even after she’d been cured, Flora’s assaults and sieges had likely landed their own wounds upon her mother. “Good,” he responded in turn, content that she was so, even if some of the truth might’ve been in hiding, clustered and coiled away. “They are well. And we are busy,” came along a shrug; an expectation nowadays, from improving the region, the guild, training soldiers, and finding the endings to wars – abrupt as it had been. “Trying to get rid of the last void creatures still holding on.” He paused, arching a brow, clearly intending to procure a rise out of her, juvenile grin forming, seating himself back on the rock. “What are the latest Valkyrie schemes?”
His eyes followed her movements too though, watching for the strain, the regrets, the lingering portions they all seemed to have. The Valkyrie hadn’t been without her own episodes and sagas to deal with, for even after she’d been cured, Flora’s assaults and sieges had likely landed their own wounds upon her mother. “Good,” he responded in turn, content that she was so, even if some of the truth might’ve been in hiding, clustered and coiled away. “They are well. And we are busy,” came along a shrug; an expectation nowadays, from improving the region, the guild, training soldiers, and finding the endings to wars – abrupt as it had been. “Trying to get rid of the last void creatures still holding on.” He paused, arching a brow, clearly intending to procure a rise out of her, juvenile grin forming, seating himself back on the rock. “What are the latest Valkyrie schemes?”
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
