DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Deimos offered a small smile at Erebos’ explanation; leaving it to the simplicity, and not the reasoning behind it all. Why Ru was in hiding could only be parceled out by her, and despite his constant calculating and wondering, they weren’t going to find any answers until she eventually unveiled and unfurled from the ether. It didn’t mean he’d cease striving to find the means to an end, but he was beginning to understand that there was no control in this scheme but the Valkyrie’s – despite how it left everyone else tied and tethered to her.
The relevance of his son’s magic was far more eye-opening anyway, and the depths of his features changed into something patient and eager, nodding. “Of course.” Erebos’ abilities hadn’t been a secret for long – not when both he and Evie were Abandoned. It came as no surprise to either of them when the lad had begun showing signs, though thus far there’d been inklings, tracings of potential. Foundations of water, pulses of such incantations that trickled down through his and Evie’s bloodline both; though the brief sconces of illusion hadn’t been on either side, and likely to be destined as a figment all his own.
Though he was confused by what it had to do with the festivities and fair amidst the desert, but led his son over towards a smaller path, so he could show off techniques without knocking anyone about. “Did you gain this at the festival?”
The relevance of his son’s magic was far more eye-opening anyway, and the depths of his features changed into something patient and eager, nodding. “Of course.” Erebos’ abilities hadn’t been a secret for long – not when both he and Evie were Abandoned. It came as no surprise to either of them when the lad had begun showing signs, though thus far there’d been inklings, tracings of potential. Foundations of water, pulses of such incantations that trickled down through his and Evie’s bloodline both; though the brief sconces of illusion hadn’t been on either side, and likely to be destined as a figment all his own.
Though he was confused by what it had to do with the festivities and fair amidst the desert, but led his son over towards a smaller path, so he could show off techniques without knocking anyone about. “Did you gain this at the festival?”
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
