DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Kiada deserved multitudes, and Deimos was content that she’d at last found some peace, comfort, and love with Fox; rather than the twisted and torn disparities of war-torn sides. “Agreed. And Danta seems to keep her busy with council things.” Though he figured she enjoyed it; bossing the Maverick around, slipping in amidst information, and controlling some aspects of the Grounds in a different light. He hoped the Penumbra was proud of her daughter too, of how far she’d come, of the lengths of survival etched into her bones as well.
He snorted at the indication of impending trouble with troublesome sons. “I figured it would begin once he was mobile,” at which he wrinkled his nose; clearly not wholly bothered and more than capable of chasing after the toddler.
But with Rexanna noticing the changes of the world, and people, around them, he tilted his head, gaze searching along with her. Pinpointing on several, he took a deep breath, before his eyes flickered back to hers. “Mm. How much gossip do you get in Mort’s Realm?” Maybe they were all aware of alterations and designations well before the living crowd.
He snorted at the indication of impending trouble with troublesome sons. “I figured it would begin once he was mobile,” at which he wrinkled his nose; clearly not wholly bothered and more than capable of chasing after the toddler.
But with Rexanna noticing the changes of the world, and people, around them, he tilted his head, gaze searching along with her. Pinpointing on several, he took a deep breath, before his eyes flickered back to hers. “Mm. How much gossip do you get in Mort’s Realm?” Maybe they were all aware of alterations and designations well before the living crowd.
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
