death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
The shifts had been surprising. He could remember feeling the same way, listening as Morgan described her alteration in stance; recalling the vicious guard she’d held in place for the Ascended, and now, the seemingly passive regard. All for one man who’d nearly torn apart her kingdom. Maybe not everyone thought the way he did – with grudges, with pettiness, with age-old wounds and lacerations cutting through, never forgoing a scar. As for Neron, the speculation of his ties meandered straight towards the other components of the Ascended. “Very likely,” the Sword murmured, sifting and lifting the earth again as the pail filled.
But a heavy sigh left his chest at the notion of challenges, of crowns exchanged. A Helovian tactic; where they bombarded and cast aside monarchs who displeased, who fell inactive, who didn’t correlate to the current modicum of ruminations, notions, and emotions. “I am not certain that is how it works here,” came on the barest movement of a laugh, a modest snort, striving to forgo the waves of everything else settling in around his shoulders. “But I will do my best with convincing first. Or at least seeing where everything has filtered.” Parted and rendered – where her fortifications towards her people, and then her affections towards Neron, met and split.
As for honesty? His hands flickered towards the pendant beneath his shirt, maneuvering it so Hotaru could see. “Safrin gave me this. It can detect lies, to a certain degree.” So maybe, maybe, they could see and forge a way out of this mess.
But a heavy sigh left his chest at the notion of challenges, of crowns exchanged. A Helovian tactic; where they bombarded and cast aside monarchs who displeased, who fell inactive, who didn’t correlate to the current modicum of ruminations, notions, and emotions. “I am not certain that is how it works here,” came on the barest movement of a laugh, a modest snort, striving to forgo the waves of everything else settling in around his shoulders. “But I will do my best with convincing first. Or at least seeing where everything has filtered.” Parted and rendered – where her fortifications towards her people, and then her affections towards Neron, met and split.
As for honesty? His hands flickered towards the pendant beneath his shirt, maneuvering it so Hotaru could see. “Safrin gave me this. It can detect lies, to a certain degree.” So maybe, maybe, they could see and forge a way out of this mess.
DEIMOS
