we're all killers
Deimos committed to a conflagration of deeds to assist his friends – even wandering into the midst of the Voice. He wasn’t content with the notion, and last time he’d been near the shrine he’d thought about ways to destroy and dismantle it, but for now, his hands were full of the tank and the Magna Vermis, keeping him entirely occupied. His features were a blank, reticent canvas, no stark revelations hinging on their wares, on their expressions; just as nonchalant, just as reticent, just as composed as any other glacial day he might’ve spent, high up on the mountains. It was the look he’d occupy for now, the consternation brewing in his chest, curling through his mind.
For Rexanna he continued to tell himself, as he lifted the tank higher, as he maneuvered across the Atheneum, at the soft intonations and declarations by the Penumbra, echoing along the framework of dusty shelves and old tomes. For all her nerves, he managed to remain calm, strength and fortitude, resilience and spirit, chiseled into the twist and turn of his movements.
He didn’t say any prayers to the Ascended deity, to the being occupying the shrine, didn’t bow his head, didn’t do much more than become a still statue. The only plea or vow he might’ve made, in the brewing, bewitching silence, in the distortions of his machinations, eyes looking for the rock Amalia had snagged, was for Rexanna to regain her vision.
For Rexanna he continued to tell himself, as he lifted the tank higher, as he maneuvered across the Atheneum, at the soft intonations and declarations by the Penumbra, echoing along the framework of dusty shelves and old tomes. For all her nerves, he managed to remain calm, strength and fortitude, resilience and spirit, chiseled into the twist and turn of his movements.
He didn’t say any prayers to the Ascended deity, to the being occupying the shrine, didn’t bow his head, didn’t do much more than become a still statue. The only plea or vow he might’ve made, in the brewing, bewitching silence, in the distortions of his machinations, eyes looking for the rock Amalia had snagged, was for Rexanna to regain her vision.
DEIMOS
