Deimos
To that question, even as his strides were purposefully longer and swifter, he simply shrugged. Beforehand, he would’ve been able to explain the differences between being laden with Life Drain and the incompatibility with Healing – but things had altered and changed. Nowadays not only Zuriel, but also Evie, and anyone else with mending powers, could lend their incantations into his form. Whether or not he’d ever develop his own keen sense of repairing and renewal remained to be seen – but it’d be a very strange circumstance for the man who’d always known destruction and demolition as a building block into each world.
Unbothered by his own age, considering there were many more well beyond his turns around the Caido sun (especially her own mother, so perhaps she ought to tread lightly), he snagged at another package, half-wondering if she’d wander off if he kept angling down streets farther and farther away from the sled – a notion short-lived when he returned and she was already spouting off sentiments.
Twenty one was young, though clearly not as youthful as his own son – at which he arched a brow at her following inquiry. It’d been a commonly known sentiment throughout the years. “No. I am an Outlander.”
Unbothered by his own age, considering there were many more well beyond his turns around the Caido sun (especially her own mother, so perhaps she ought to tread lightly), he snagged at another package, half-wondering if she’d wander off if he kept angling down streets farther and farther away from the sled – a notion short-lived when he returned and she was already spouting off sentiments.
Twenty one was young, though clearly not as youthful as his own son – at which he arched a brow at her following inquiry. It’d been a commonly known sentiment throughout the years. “No. I am an Outlander.”
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
