DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Given how many times they’d plotted together, a little gossip, stories, and conversation were par for the course, no matter how many years and deaths had separated them. He gave a glint of a smirk, peering around to see who was nearby – especially if it would intrigue Rexanna, rather than bore. “The war against the Family, of course,” he started, as if that was nothing; if she wanted details, he could easily oblige – but it’d take some moments to gather the multitudes and masses behind everything that had led them to instances of a careful, uncertain peace. For days like these.
“Ru mentioned an upcoming wedding to Sunjata,” at which he refrained from rolling his eyes, but the Penumbra knew him well enough to predict the inevitable. But enough of a starting point to see where her motions and curiosity gravitated towards – head tilting to gauge her reaction.
“Ru mentioned an upcoming wedding to Sunjata,” at which he refrained from rolling his eyes, but the Penumbra knew him well enough to predict the inevitable. But enough of a starting point to see where her motions and curiosity gravitated towards – head tilting to gauge her reaction.
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
