DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Then, perhaps at some point, they’d have answers about the alterations to creative faculties. Otherwise, he had nothing left to offer her – requiring more and more time within this world to parse through sands, dunes, surf, and swell. Her impatience remained visibly clear, and since he hadn’t prompted or invited her to join him, he had no issue with her departure either. A subtle nod was granted, and if he were more of a undermining fiend, he might’ve blatantly handwaved her away. Instead, he and Zuriel resumed their prior stances (the unicorn watching as the Fae disappeared from sight), and the Sword miring his concentration back upon the earthen stones. In absence of anything else to pull his mind away from the task, he watched as the rocks began to pulse, shake, and shudder, before scattering once more. Thereafter, he continued to apply that same endurance, fortitude, and might into his wake, until it was time for them to leave as well.
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{-FIN}
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
