DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
The Sword took the implication for what it was; and that this upcoming onslaught might be harder to gauge than previously thought. But the information was vital, something he could snag, pull, and unfurl from, and so he nodded.
And shied away from the notions of leading again. Of what he’d become. Of all the furious barrages once established, and recently re-lacquered in fires and vengeance. “Understood.” If Morgan couldn’t be convinced, then someone else more suitable.
Thereafter though surprised him – eyes widening, watching, catching glimpses and pieces of portions put together. Far more impressive than his own creation incantations, there floated and meandered a pendant; gaze softening, the lightest of smiles offered at the details inlaid. Quietly, he lowered his head at her bidding, and felt the chain settle around his neck, against his chest – and then the factors contained within. A coil of heat at the semblance of lies. “I do not deserve this, but thank you all the same,” he breathed.
Because the plots were spinning again.
Glancing up at her again, he breathed, fixing another small bow of his head. “I will take my leave. There is much to be done.” To consider. To alter. To conspire. “Thank you again for your compassion and forbearance.” And hopefully he could make do with the forgiveness he’d been granted.
{FIN <3}
And shied away from the notions of leading again. Of what he’d become. Of all the furious barrages once established, and recently re-lacquered in fires and vengeance. “Understood.” If Morgan couldn’t be convinced, then someone else more suitable.
Thereafter though surprised him – eyes widening, watching, catching glimpses and pieces of portions put together. Far more impressive than his own creation incantations, there floated and meandered a pendant; gaze softening, the lightest of smiles offered at the details inlaid. Quietly, he lowered his head at her bidding, and felt the chain settle around his neck, against his chest – and then the factors contained within. A coil of heat at the semblance of lies. “I do not deserve this, but thank you all the same,” he breathed.
Because the plots were spinning again.
Glancing up at her again, he breathed, fixing another small bow of his head. “I will take my leave. There is much to be done.” To consider. To alter. To conspire. “Thank you again for your compassion and forbearance.” And hopefully he could make do with the forgiveness he’d been granted.
{FIN <3}
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
