You learn to speak so calmly

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame War after war after war; an accurate assessment that earned Bastien a shrug. A committed movement that barely expressed the hardships, the brutality, the glory, the triumph, and the losses – but they’d played their parts, executed their roles, mastered the endless barrage of assault after assault. He maneuvered the table, and wandered for the next one, reaching and waiting for Bastien to follow through on the same accord, placing footfalls and strides into action – only lifting his head to briefly arch a brow, and then have the piercing slate land on the supplies once more. “She wanted to be with the twins’ father.” Here he made the slightest of grimaces – never having been impressed with Tembovu, even when the man’s stature had been above his own. Character went a long way in saying something about a person - and the moment the elephantine beast had rushed straight into the Basin, Deimos had developed a visceral dislike. “He was the King of another kingdom.” Then he shrugged; as if it all made sense then and there – sacrificing her titles and roles to be with the elephant cretin and his harem. The rest of the tale he remained unaware of, save for bits and pieces Kiada might have told him of their time within the World’s Edge; the Reaper had died not long after. But the next set of statements caused his gaze to widen, completely, utterly baffled, jaw dropping a segment before he brought it back up – stupefied for a moment. Then he released a loud snort, something that could’ve been the beginning of a laugh, were they in different, alternative circumstances. “Absolutely not.” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace