Elide
"You, obnoxious? I scarcely believe that," she teases, a unique tone rarely found in Elide's voice, "life has greatly humbled you, then, and it's time that you turn the tables." To make life tremble to hold them, to leave such an imprint that even death would be too afraid to take them. Let the world do as it does and change. But here, in this moment, they can pretend that it hasn't. Without guilt, without ghosts, and most importantly... without mercy.
Elide's grip around Demois' larger hand is tight and assuring, that this is the right thing to do. To set their inner children free, to be unscathed by time and war. Down upon the pools of rainwater they descend.
Her feet go first, but rather than simply run with him into the vast array of puddles, she suddenly releases his hand and leaps. Her coattails stream through the air and, for a second, she flies. Then, her boots land heavily in the depths of the water and a bombardment of icy-cold water washes over both Deimos and his companion.
"And that-" she announces triumphantly, rounding upon them "-is for earlier!"
Elide's grip around Demois' larger hand is tight and assuring, that this is the right thing to do. To set their inner children free, to be unscathed by time and war. Down upon the pools of rainwater they descend.
Her feet go first, but rather than simply run with him into the vast array of puddles, she suddenly releases his hand and leaps. Her coattails stream through the air and, for a second, she flies. Then, her boots land heavily in the depths of the water and a bombardment of icy-cold water washes over both Deimos and his companion.
"And that-" she announces triumphantly, rounding upon them "-is for earlier!"
never before had the song of war
been the song of hope ascending
been the song of hope ascending
