Deimos
The beast merely moved back from her tea spray, out of the way of potentially searing drops. A mark of her impatience caused a slight roll of laughter, like it’d escaped without his notice, stifled shortly thereafter. “I intend to hold trainings there with a variety of weapons. There will be an armory, bunks, and a meeting place to discuss plans.” Like the old days; and that notion burned in the back of his mind, gatherings assembled beneath towering mountains and furtive tents, fabric that enclosed their words to anyone on the outside, where duplicity scattered and battle lines were forged, drawn. To her credit, because he’d known her for so long, because he knew and understood the layers they buried and burrowed underneath, he would never think of her as weak, as needing any sort of guidance. It was just a new world, and he’d had more time on it – to become acclimated, to adapt, and then to ultimately become comfortable in distortion and upheaval all over again. Familiar brands of chaos lurked here, and then some stranger, more affecting ones too, and eventually she’d discover what she was made of in this midst.
He rolled his eyes at the insinuation of his recruitment failures. Perhaps more towards the end of his reign, before the demise, he’d given up entirely – but he’d strived and tried when the opportunities struck. “Helpless? I gathered some.” Like-minded individuals mostly, those already with hardened-hearts and warrior tactics. Or ones that were simply too terrified and intimidated when he stalked from the shadows and offered them a home. Otherwise, he’d been the protector, the defender, the guard, the savage, the shadows forming around knives and swords, conforming to treachery and diabolical means so the rest of them wouldn’t have to. “But you are welcome to try. I fear with Zariah’s reign, and her forced draft, many want no part in it.” Except Deimos would never oppress or harass another into their fold – too much value in what it took to lead charges and assaults, to safeguard and shelter the kingdoms and citizens around one’s barbaric soul.
The Sword took another swig while she informed him of Midas’ prolific tendencies too – he stifled the smallest groan, imagining the world full of uptight paragons of virtue and pedestals constructed in their honor. “Disturbing and unfortunate.” A mocking shudder curled and coiled through his shoulders. At her last statement though, he only quirked his brow upwards again. “We both know that is not true.”
He rolled his eyes at the insinuation of his recruitment failures. Perhaps more towards the end of his reign, before the demise, he’d given up entirely – but he’d strived and tried when the opportunities struck. “Helpless? I gathered some.” Like-minded individuals mostly, those already with hardened-hearts and warrior tactics. Or ones that were simply too terrified and intimidated when he stalked from the shadows and offered them a home. Otherwise, he’d been the protector, the defender, the guard, the savage, the shadows forming around knives and swords, conforming to treachery and diabolical means so the rest of them wouldn’t have to. “But you are welcome to try. I fear with Zariah’s reign, and her forced draft, many want no part in it.” Except Deimos would never oppress or harass another into their fold – too much value in what it took to lead charges and assaults, to safeguard and shelter the kingdoms and citizens around one’s barbaric soul.
The Sword took another swig while she informed him of Midas’ prolific tendencies too – he stifled the smallest groan, imagining the world full of uptight paragons of virtue and pedestals constructed in their honor. “Disturbing and unfortunate.” A mocking shudder curled and coiled through his shoulders. At her last statement though, he only quirked his brow upwards again. “We both know that is not true.”
i rule the stars, not the other way around
