always prepared

Deimos He gave no inclinations towards his own thoughts, about what he’d do; snagging at the thoughts in their own set of brambled machinations, thorns and nettles he’d already scorched. His eyes narrowed slightly at her first statement though, for he’d heard likewise. Perhaps it’d been mere rumor, and he’d have to dig further into the midst, towards another Ascended, or it was a lie, meant to keep others at bay. Maybe they had no intention of assistance, maybe they’d made decisions within the elder, stronger core, maybe everything was a hoax, and the council were the only ones beginning to implement a plan. If he was frustrated by the response, he didn’t give anything away, a nod of respect for her glimpses of insight, before burrowing down the exasperated layers under his chest. They had time – but it would go quickly, without end or pause. The General only looked at the stalls they passed now, mind not grasping on the images, on the aspects of wares, mind solely focused on honing in preparations. Her own inquiry lifted into the ether, pulled him out of the calculations, and into more. The slightest narrowing of his eyes occurred, a portrait of furrowed brows and speculations, staring out into the void instead of lantern lights and ashes of evenings. “I am not certain.” Would it cease everything? What brought the eternal darkness, the time where deities couldn’t remain, couldn’t reign? Had it been the Voice, or something else far, far before? “They still have LongNight here, but no monsters.” Folds of shadows, partying when the sun went down, with naught else to fear. For how long? Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime