DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Magic, Abandoned the word settling in his mind. Some of them born into it, like himself, bloodlines and ancestry imparting him with the strung vehemence and capability of draining life, and all the others to come later – whims of something he couldn’t quite understand. Others adhered to it when they arrived, only to find out later they were discarded by the deities and heralds. Deimos had long since been used to the apathy, invoking stoic reticence and detachment, until finally he’d been granted an audience. As for what the Gods said to him, it really only pertained to those moments, to what he yearned to know and understand. Would it even help this stranger? “It depends on what you ask, or want to know. My encounters have been with Safrin. We discussed becoming stronger.” Becoming Attuned, wandering into the pathways of stars, and still resisting, fighting, the notion of going to them for assistance. “Having another healed, and blessings.” Amalia and future weddings; rings kindled in life. “Or the weight of failure, and how we are not our mistakes.” Which he still had issues with believing, with striving towards, when everything seemed so damned cumbersome and heavy.Unite and spread the heart apart
