Deimos
LongNight’s press still earned the usual round of trepidation down the depths of his spine, but with so many things to do, he couldn’t merely settle around the roots and stretches of Halo and mire through the thick of the evening. Instead, he journeyed to Torchline with Erebos in tow, picking up various supplies for several individuals, and once they’d crossed over market stalls and been relatively amused by the bonfires on the beach, though not participating, Deimos figured he’d pay his respects and gratitude along the wake of Safrin’s shrine.
Hand in hand with the toddler, they drifted along the sand. More than once the youth’s jubilant giggles caused the Sword to shake his head, amused, rather than contorting into shadow and dread. “We can start here,” he murmured, other hand outstretched, becoming golden with the light of his creation magic, then unfurling, revealing a lantern with fire already embedded. “And make a path,” as he lowered it to the ground, beginning to make more and more of the beacons – each beholden and shaped in a variety – some star-embedded, others reflecting the cosmos.
Hand in hand with the toddler, they drifted along the sand. More than once the youth’s jubilant giggles caused the Sword to shake his head, amused, rather than contorting into shadow and dread. “We can start here,” he murmured, other hand outstretched, becoming golden with the light of his creation magic, then unfurling, revealing a lantern with fire already embedded. “And make a path,” as he lowered it to the ground, beginning to make more and more of the beacons – each beholden and shaped in a variety – some star-embedded, others reflecting the cosmos.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
