like a wild thing

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame He had no intention of giving any more sway to the Gods. He didn’t like it in Helovia, or in Isilme, and he didn’t particularly care for it now – adhering to his own paths, his own determination, his own faith and belief in powers and condemnation. A sigh flickered and flowed through him at the insinuation, but it wasn’t something he’d ever confide in Safrin or any of the other deities. He could imagine the conversation winding to something of indifference – since they snarled and sneered at incantations and enchantments regardless, charging those with Abandoned credentials with a nonchalance he could appreciate simply because it was something he’d always carried and honed too. “Perhaps,” was all he would gather in those regards, stifling, fighting down the sneer. In time, he hoped to gain those creation multitudes back – to make and chisel and preside over artifacts and objects orchestrated, cultivated, for protecting those he called his own. Laughter was a soothing edge to his frustrations though, and he snorted, shook his head at her particles thereafter. “No one is forcing you.” After all, Hotaru was not an individual to be coerced into doing anything she didn’t wish to adhere to. A bit of amusement entangled itself along his lips though, an arch to his brow, teasing, provoking, instigating, much like irritating siblings. “Though you would likely catch Zariah, or anyone else you loathe, faster.” An innocent look plastered its way upon his face, but it’d been a long time since the Sword, the Reaper, the General, had ever been irreproachable. The fiend continued to rotate the spit, mind roaming from one thing to another, eternally on the move. Along the foundations of their quiet though, placid, peaceful ethers, his eyes rose back to her mismatched ones, a smaller grin tucked in the corners of his mouth. “Amalia and I are engaged.” Some contentment, after news of trials, traumas, vexations, and torrents; and this way too, finally everyone important, vital, in his life would know. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace