Elide
Elide's grip on the axe conforms with more ease at Deimos' half-smiling approval. She offers the smallest upward curve of the edges of her own lips, admiring her selection. A sword has its uses, its place, but something about the axe seems more forgiving.
The axe may be better able to be used as a tool or to deal a crushing, traumatic blow - not to mention, easier to wield. Brutality will take her to far greater lengths and be more appreciated than the keen respect and practiced skill required of any kind of sword.
No, she's confident in her choice. It's the right weapon.
Deimos' next words carry a sentiment that she doesn't know to expect from him. At first, it might appear as if she doesn't hear him, smiling slightly down at the well-made, wieldy battle axe. It's only after securing it to her belt that Elide lifts her gaze and attentions more fully up to Deimos.
"Thank you," she says finally. Whether it's enough, whether it's all enough, only time will tell.
fin!<3 ty
The axe may be better able to be used as a tool or to deal a crushing, traumatic blow - not to mention, easier to wield. Brutality will take her to far greater lengths and be more appreciated than the keen respect and practiced skill required of any kind of sword.
No, she's confident in her choice. It's the right weapon.
Deimos' next words carry a sentiment that she doesn't know to expect from him. At first, it might appear as if she doesn't hear him, smiling slightly down at the well-made, wieldy battle axe. It's only after securing it to her belt that Elide lifts her gaze and attentions more fully up to Deimos.
"Thank you," she says finally. Whether it's enough, whether it's all enough, only time will tell.
fin!<3 ty
sewn together, my humanity and my immortality
together, they hang, trading places like sun and moon
together, they hang, trading places like sun and moon
