They could take about half a second before others engulfed Remi and Ronin alike; so he took care in giving them a wave, a rumbling “Congratulations,” before making space for others, taking breaths and granting a nod towards Noah as some persisted and continued.
More and more flickered and floated in, on waves of wraiths or living, breathing entities, and for a few moments he did nothing more than survey – gaze roaming, before they landed upon Kiada, greeting them alongside. “I suppose,” he winked in return, maneuvering one arm and leaving room for her to come into his chest for a hug should she feel inclined after Evie’s. “How was the honeymoon?” She could spare him multitudes of details, but hopefully it’d been quiet and peaceful enough for her and Fox to have their time together.
But then another approached, and it took more than a few moments of his mind to conjure the weight of the motions. Of the ghost standing before them.
In stunned silence, he backed away, permitted the space between the Harpy and the once-Shield, taking @Evie’ s hand and gently pulling her with him. If he’d gone rigid and unyielding, he didn’t notice, his features losing all their brandished joy; brain working through the strands of time and space and distance, of love wholly and entirely lost. “I did not know-,” he whispered into crimson strands of hair, working through the confusion, the turmoil, the pieces left dragged across stones and years. He didn’t finish the statement, uncertain whether to say ‘she was dead’ or ‘she was gone’ or anything of the sort. Maybe he’d once justified the space and absence as something natural; Amalia tossing the world aside as she’d done with so many, and venturing out towards missions for Vi. For life and defenses and everything else.
Trying to find something other than consternation, bewilderment, and echoes of scars rattling across his lungs, he glanced at the Evergreen, for the stability of her roots and boughs. Realizing that was unfair, and that he also didn’t know how to fix this, he merely tilted his head, steadied his own gaze. “Do you want to catch up or-,” because at the moment he’d take any excuse to give himself a moment amidst the revelation, and he had a feeling Evie might’ve been just as confused to see her sister unfurled from Mort’s realm.
More and more flickered and floated in, on waves of wraiths or living, breathing entities, and for a few moments he did nothing more than survey – gaze roaming, before they landed upon Kiada, greeting them alongside. “I suppose,” he winked in return, maneuvering one arm and leaving room for her to come into his chest for a hug should she feel inclined after Evie’s. “How was the honeymoon?” She could spare him multitudes of details, but hopefully it’d been quiet and peaceful enough for her and Fox to have their time together.
But then another approached, and it took more than a few moments of his mind to conjure the weight of the motions. Of the ghost standing before them.
In stunned silence, he backed away, permitted the space between the Harpy and the once-Shield, taking @Evie’ s hand and gently pulling her with him. If he’d gone rigid and unyielding, he didn’t notice, his features losing all their brandished joy; brain working through the strands of time and space and distance, of love wholly and entirely lost. “I did not know-,” he whispered into crimson strands of hair, working through the confusion, the turmoil, the pieces left dragged across stones and years. He didn’t finish the statement, uncertain whether to say ‘she was dead’ or ‘she was gone’ or anything of the sort. Maybe he’d once justified the space and absence as something natural; Amalia tossing the world aside as she’d done with so many, and venturing out towards missions for Vi. For life and defenses and everything else.
Trying to find something other than consternation, bewilderment, and echoes of scars rattling across his lungs, he glanced at the Evergreen, for the stability of her roots and boughs. Realizing that was unfair, and that he also didn’t know how to fix this, he merely tilted his head, steadied his own gaze. “Do you want to catch up or-,” because at the moment he’d take any excuse to give himself a moment amidst the revelation, and he had a feeling Evie might’ve been just as confused to see her sister unfurled from Mort’s realm.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
