Change everything you are and everything you were
Your number has been called
He watched, ever the witness, scrutinizer, examiner, the scholar in him, as she proceeded to grant the items to her children, minus the claymore, given to Loren. The treasure box and ring were intriguing, because he didn’t know their material worth, if there was something more emblazoned to them, if they were going to have to snag the garb and puzzles from tiny boys; withholding the sigh longing to unravel from his chest. It would be a future regard, not now, not with the potential for fury and might, for fervor and iniquity, for demolition and disaster. On her last request though, he had no tribulations or apprehensions. “You may,” awaiting the moments to gather and pierce together, triplets collected, handling the situation far better than some other inhabitants three times their age ever would.
Deimos listened too, to the layers and lacquer of lowered decibels, to the insinuation of another ring – capable of invoking and emitting light. He nodded, grateful for the information, then waited; the opportunity to take that nuance would come later as well, allowing the proceedings to unfurl and unleash, Machiavellian tendencies lurking in the back of his mind. While the youths drifted away, his hands resumed a gilded glow, creating makeshift handcuffs, placing them over her wrists once they’d disappeared. “You will have a cell in the prison,” he informed, one arm placed along hers, intending to lead her along, but they both likely knew the direction they were headed. “Until LongNight.” They wouldn’t keep her in there, despite Wessex’s first inclination; needs and wants met with adequate food, water, and shelter until the ominous demolition of LongNight approached.
Upon their arrival, and meeting with the guards, the beast waited for them to unlock a particular cell, closer to the entrance, everything already prepared. With the oubliette opened, she only had to step within.
Deimos listened too, to the layers and lacquer of lowered decibels, to the insinuation of another ring – capable of invoking and emitting light. He nodded, grateful for the information, then waited; the opportunity to take that nuance would come later as well, allowing the proceedings to unfurl and unleash, Machiavellian tendencies lurking in the back of his mind. While the youths drifted away, his hands resumed a gilded glow, creating makeshift handcuffs, placing them over her wrists once they’d disappeared. “You will have a cell in the prison,” he informed, one arm placed along hers, intending to lead her along, but they both likely knew the direction they were headed. “Until LongNight.” They wouldn’t keep her in there, despite Wessex’s first inclination; needs and wants met with adequate food, water, and shelter until the ominous demolition of LongNight approached.
Upon their arrival, and meeting with the guards, the beast waited for them to unlock a particular cell, closer to the entrance, everything already prepared. With the oubliette opened, she only had to step within.
DEIMOS
