we're all killers
The Reaper wouldn’t have been a thing to emulate – unless another was enthralled with the notion of disaster, mayhem, menace, and conviction. He was much the same now, but altered, changed, adapted, evolved into something else: forced to re-sculpt, reshape, drawn different lines and sketches along his frame. Rexanna was another with mistakes and errors scattered along primordial histories, frameworks of times and places where natural consequences hadn’t come to light until later, the damage done and settled. He took a long drink, swallowing, letting it burn down the length of his throat, familiar and blistering, a scathing ritual to smolder and sear the ashes of yesteryear. She still lived there too, it seemed, with Kiada’s appearance, existence; his forgiveness towards the Thief hadn’t likely mattered one iota towards the Harpy. She had her own thoughts, her own actions, her own regrets, rancor, and rue – and he didn’t know what to say. His eyes drifted down to the floor, then the unicorn, who’d only lifted her brow, then wandered back to the hearth. “You were not awful,” he mused, a snicker, a smirk, suddenly immersed in amusement, striving to drive them away from the fault lines and mishaps; they’d veered there too often. “Just distracted.” By ridiculous men was left unsaid.
Her next series of questions though were like they were straight back in the Basin, plotting and musing; the beast’s gaze lifted back to hers, everything familiar and strange at the same time. “Hopefully we will be free to explore. There were concerns of the blight originating there.” Or anywhere the Voice had seen fit to spread her nuances. “And portals,” he added, not frowning at the insinuation; perhaps there were more, and they’d be capable of sojourning along other intervals too. But the reality was that he was mostly concerned with the stretch of disease, with fallen goddesses and Ronin, not bringing one of the Ascended in. Her next thoughts inspired other inquiries, his brows furrowing in their machinations and calculations. Weren’t the Ascended supposed to linger on without pain, without need for all these nuances and senses? “So he was affected by the poison too?” Or something else altogether? Were there other things lurking beyond their reach, things they hadn’t seen?
Her next series of questions though were like they were straight back in the Basin, plotting and musing; the beast’s gaze lifted back to hers, everything familiar and strange at the same time. “Hopefully we will be free to explore. There were concerns of the blight originating there.” Or anywhere the Voice had seen fit to spread her nuances. “And portals,” he added, not frowning at the insinuation; perhaps there were more, and they’d be capable of sojourning along other intervals too. But the reality was that he was mostly concerned with the stretch of disease, with fallen goddesses and Ronin, not bringing one of the Ascended in. Her next thoughts inspired other inquiries, his brows furrowing in their machinations and calculations. Weren’t the Ascended supposed to linger on without pain, without need for all these nuances and senses? “So he was affected by the poison too?” Or something else altogether? Were there other things lurking beyond their reach, things they hadn’t seen?
DEIMOS
