DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
“Essentially,” he snorted at the shortening of it, the years spent toiling. “Parasitic group of individuals. Set up their own isle in the middle of Torchline’s sea,” at which he mimicked the wrinkling of her nose. “And Stormbreak as well.” Not unlike the Voice in some capacity, he supposed; but there’d been no barriers save for their own put up, striving to ensure their citizens would be protected, capable of slipping past but not permitting the void-infested cretins to do the same. He made no mention of this though, given Rexanna’s once-alliance with the new god; figuring she’d have inquiries instead over the state of things and how they’d eventually been finished and clipped away.
Her playful snicker earned her an eyeroll; figuring she’d eventually find her way to Hotaru too and get the full brunt of it all – the women had always been close, thieves and bandits, content in their chaos together. “One of those gradually coming back together things,” despite him thinking, and voicing, the ridiculous notions of Ru doing so. His side had been on the motions of history, of how much damage had been done in the interim. But time had spilled and spelled away multitudes. “They have both changed enough to make it work, I suppose,” with a shrug of his shoulders, clearly waiting for it to either blow apart or last. “Maybe they will have Remi bring you for that as well.” Though he had to wonder what it was like, to be summoned from Mort’s realm and dragged back to Caido – fortuitous? Nice? Or overwhelming, in all the things they’d lost and experienced?
Her playful snicker earned her an eyeroll; figuring she’d eventually find her way to Hotaru too and get the full brunt of it all – the women had always been close, thieves and bandits, content in their chaos together. “One of those gradually coming back together things,” despite him thinking, and voicing, the ridiculous notions of Ru doing so. His side had been on the motions of history, of how much damage had been done in the interim. But time had spilled and spelled away multitudes. “They have both changed enough to make it work, I suppose,” with a shrug of his shoulders, clearly waiting for it to either blow apart or last. “Maybe they will have Remi bring you for that as well.” Though he had to wonder what it was like, to be summoned from Mort’s realm and dragged back to Caido – fortuitous? Nice? Or overwhelming, in all the things they’d lost and experienced?
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
