death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
Zuriel had been born with pride and nobility chiseled in her blood, and a deep, deep essence of knowing she was far better than everyone else. So she raised her head as Sunjata came near, only giving the Sword a single look (a warning or presence of mind – he was too tired to read it properly), before the condescending air shifted to the Flood.
Loyalty, unfortunately, was gone in the blink of an eye as she snatched an apple from an outstretched hand.
While Deimos fought off an eyeroll, he maneuvered along the field, picking up various debris that had managed to claw across in some latest storm – once ignored for a honeymoon, a vacation, that hadn’t gone in any planned direction. He understood the values of ensuring the Ascended were safe in Torchline, the notions established for the seaside citizens, but it was the latter notations that bristled.
One more secret the Shield had seemingly ceased to mention, something else pressing in the back of his mind. What other involvements were coursing down around them?
Giving naught else away, he picked up a few more twigs and branches, setting them aside, in a pile to dry, fresh kindling for winter. “I have not been told anything.” Not a lie; and if the frustration coiled around the sentiments, then so be it. “But a Fae named Nephele approached me recently. Seemed interested in diminishing the hold the Voice had.” A shrug of his shoulders, because he couldn’t offer much more.
Save for a picture, a face to the title, as the Attuned bond registered and pervaded from within.
Loyalty, unfortunately, was gone in the blink of an eye as she snatched an apple from an outstretched hand.
While Deimos fought off an eyeroll, he maneuvered along the field, picking up various debris that had managed to claw across in some latest storm – once ignored for a honeymoon, a vacation, that hadn’t gone in any planned direction. He understood the values of ensuring the Ascended were safe in Torchline, the notions established for the seaside citizens, but it was the latter notations that bristled.
One more secret the Shield had seemingly ceased to mention, something else pressing in the back of his mind. What other involvements were coursing down around them?
Giving naught else away, he picked up a few more twigs and branches, setting them aside, in a pile to dry, fresh kindling for winter. “I have not been told anything.” Not a lie; and if the frustration coiled around the sentiments, then so be it. “But a Fae named Nephele approached me recently. Seemed interested in diminishing the hold the Voice had.” A shrug of his shoulders, because he couldn’t offer much more.
Save for a picture, a face to the title, as the Attuned bond registered and pervaded from within.
DEIMOS
