[seasonal event] wasted faith

Deimos the Reaper master of nothing place, of recoil and grace He only vaguely understood the finger gun gesture now, but just stared nonetheless at the action, a slight narrowing of his eyes the only thing that pierced through the intervals of indifference. What he hadn’t expected was an apology; though it probably shouldn’t have been towards him, but Amalia, who’d taken the brunt of the ridiculousness. The admittance of his behavior was some step in the right direction though, and the Sword would take what he could get for now – still not entirely satisfied, grudges and spite a difficult thing for him to parse and fold away. In the past, they’d fueled him to go about his fury, his might, his wickedness. “You did,” rankled on deeper tones – he’d been restless along LongNight’s intervals too, but hadn’t thought to shatter or pierce it on others. Instead, he’d paced, deliberated, concocted, and then wandered out into the threads of the demonic evening with Remi to retrieve bodies. Then later, to billow and fan their world into flames. Disastrous, all the way around. He said nothing more on whether or not the drugs had been safe, that Adam had shielded her from the worst of it – mostly because he’d rather let the matter drop now, to not go back into those cycles of ridicule and unease. He had enough of the latter to keep him going for another eternity. On the silliness of festivities, he had to shrug once more. Last year’s intervals had been more in semblances of relief: Amalia, Kiada, and the rest (including Adam) had been rescued, there’d been time to breathe rather than seethe. “A little,” if he were to admit it; silly in retrospect to everything else they had to conquer, figure out, muddle through. He didn’t mention if it was something to look forward to, if it brought some semblance of peace or refuge in this ridiculous, damning tempest. The last time he had even thought it had been towards Fiat Lux, and the nefarious, abhorrent unraveling of the festival meant he wouldn’t incline those beliefs outward any longer.

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