Deimos
“They can be,” Deimos sighed, well aware of the way dreams could plague, invoke, stun; contort and coil in one’s mind as something manifesting – but he’d also had moments where they were true and tangible. Safrin calling to him and Ronin through slumber. Remi teleporting them from place to place amidst sleep. There were powerful machinations and possibilities within those swells, and to deny and pretend this had been something simplistic might be damaging. As tempting as it was to sweep it under the rug, the Sword had no intention of letting it flicker away, piece by piece, because of the comfort of the past. “But this was different – so many fell asleep at once.” And therefore purposeful; but they didn’t know the cause nor the solution, save for perhaps gilded, flickering light. And even then, not everyone had fallen to it.
Snorting and ruffling his son’s hair with that loosened breath, his eyes went toward Colt’s details and descriptions of the monster in the desert. “Supposedly the monster had a glowing substance too. That is why I wonder if everything is connecting.” Along with Ludo’s disappearance…another thing that hopefully could be remedied when the sun returned and Safrin could be summoned.
Snorting and ruffling his son’s hair with that loosened breath, his eyes went toward Colt’s details and descriptions of the monster in the desert. “Supposedly the monster had a glowing substance too. That is why I wonder if everything is connecting.” Along with Ludo’s disappearance…another thing that hopefully could be remedied when the sun returned and Safrin could be summoned.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
