DEIMOS
He hadn’t known: sunken back and forth into his guild and barrack duties, into wandering in the midst of the infirmary, in dragging himself home when it was necessary. Kiada’s efforts towards the bakery were something to be acknowledged and cherished: still kept running, smoothly, efficiently (he had no doubt), in Amalia’s healing and absence. It came almost on a sigh of relief, something else they didn’t have to worry about in the daily comings and goings, in the constant swarm of damage, ruin, and oblivion. “Thank you,” he nodded; and he was sure to allow the gratitude to wind along their bonds, the press of appreciation and accord for her efforts. “How is the guild coming along?” Curious, mostly for the sake of her responsibilities, if it was too much, if it wasn’t enough, if monsters were thick on the ground and needed to be slaughtered.
Zuriel did her best in peering through the leaf litter on the ground; though he wondered if it was because she was half-inclined to eat anything she managed to find. As his eyes meandered, studying, scrutinizing on their wandering and walking, he’d still yet to see anything fresh, alive, and vibrantly new. There were many with touches and signs of summer heat thick on their veins, collapsing, sweltering in the sun, dried out, browning in their humid haze.
Then he was completely distracted by the Harpy’s embrace from his side, arms reaching around ribs, by everything else thereafter, idle contentment between the rampages and onslaughts. It was difficult not to be overcome with the shards of ebullience and rapture; though his came out in a sharp grin, in waves of more gratitude. Still guarded, still reserved, because of moments later, temples falling, frames in need of healing. Nothing else has been planned yet. A shrug, an admission; other notions and proceedings needing to come first. The only thing he'd managed to get done at all was acquiring rings (blessings to arrive for the Shield's when he'd completed that portion of the sojourn), and Safrin's agreement in arriving to see the nuptials.
Zuriel did her best in peering through the leaf litter on the ground; though he wondered if it was because she was half-inclined to eat anything she managed to find. As his eyes meandered, studying, scrutinizing on their wandering and walking, he’d still yet to see anything fresh, alive, and vibrantly new. There were many with touches and signs of summer heat thick on their veins, collapsing, sweltering in the sun, dried out, browning in their humid haze.
Then he was completely distracted by the Harpy’s embrace from his side, arms reaching around ribs, by everything else thereafter, idle contentment between the rampages and onslaughts. It was difficult not to be overcome with the shards of ebullience and rapture; though his came out in a sharp grin, in waves of more gratitude. Still guarded, still reserved, because of moments later, temples falling, frames in need of healing. Nothing else has been planned yet. A shrug, an admission; other notions and proceedings needing to come first. The only thing he'd managed to get done at all was acquiring rings (blessings to arrive for the Shield's when he'd completed that portion of the sojourn), and Safrin's agreement in arriving to see the nuptials.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
