We've got the right to live, fight to use it
Marcus watched as the rain abruptly shifted, droplets bending away as though the storm itself had decided to give them space. His eyes flicked upward instinctively, noting the subtle distortion where Deimos’s magic held the weather at bay. The quiet control of it didn’t surprise him—Deimos wielded power the way other men carried knives. The bay seemed strangely quieter beneath the invisible shield, the roar of rain softened to a distant hiss along the sand and ice.
The mention of luxere made immediate sense to him. Hearing that their light had once been something closer to a barrier against the dark gave the creatures an even deeper weight. But it was the rest of the story that held him still, except his eyes. Marcus’s expression tightened slightly as Deimos spoke of voices. His gaze drifted toward the black stretch of shoreline, though he wasn’t really seeing the ocean anymore. The idea of hearing someone you knew, someone you cared about, just beyond a door you couldn’t open settled somewhere uncomfortable in his chest. "That would get into your head fast." Marcus said quietly, unable to bring his eyes to the warden's face. He drew a slow breath. "Did anyone ever…open the door? Or did people just have to sit there and listen to it all night? " The question wasn’t asked with morbid curiosity. If anything, Marcus’s tone carried the careful respect of someone trying to understand the weight of a choice like that.
The mention of luxere made immediate sense to him. Hearing that their light had once been something closer to a barrier against the dark gave the creatures an even deeper weight. But it was the rest of the story that held him still, except his eyes. Marcus’s expression tightened slightly as Deimos spoke of voices. His gaze drifted toward the black stretch of shoreline, though he wasn’t really seeing the ocean anymore. The idea of hearing someone you knew, someone you cared about, just beyond a door you couldn’t open settled somewhere uncomfortable in his chest. "That would get into your head fast." Marcus said quietly, unable to bring his eyes to the warden's face. He drew a slow breath. "Did anyone ever…open the door? Or did people just have to sit there and listen to it all night? " The question wasn’t asked with morbid curiosity. If anything, Marcus’s tone carried the careful respect of someone trying to understand the weight of a choice like that.
Marcus
Got everything but you can just choose it
