DEIMOS
Blind eyes made for more than misgivings, so he nodded at her response. It’d been why they’d discussed the Voice’s tendencies with others – either unaware or ignorant of the situations – why they’d strived to eliminate the ties, in sovereignty for now, over the wintry land. It’d been why they’d sought out cures and tried to save – even though the world intended to shift them at every turn. “Is there something you can try? And then if it is not feasible, you could depart?” A shrug of his shoulders, a statement made by logical leaps and bounds. Alterations first, rather than initial leaving, and perhaps not filled with so much regret or rancor in the aftermath.
The Sword allowed another small chuckle to leave is chest as discussion of Sah seemed only to deepen the crimson. Thoroughly amused with himself now, he utilized the air to start tangling vines left from the gourds into little pieces of pliant string, wiring them along. “Perhaps you should,” being incredibly unhelpful in his teasing. “It is always beneficial to find others that challenge you.” In many regards.
His brows furrowed at the next inquiry; manifestations and incantations continuing to bind the vines together, until they formed some longer plait; what he might’ve done to Zuriel’s mane or tail to get it out of the way before some upcoming upheaval. “Her willingness to give me, and others, a chance.” Hybrids – granted opportunities to still be in the grace of heralds (and even that notion made his nose wrinkle; because they weren’t any less than any other race – and he’d never been ashamed of what he was). “I went to many shrines and received either mocking, or no answer at all.” Perhaps it could’ve been worse, given the tendency for curses now, but in the heat of those moments, with his head bowed and begging, pleading, for some kind of absolution and naught to be found (again and again and again), the notions had still stung. Another sigh flickered too, and the truth that came after it; hollowed out by things broken apart. “Amalia encouraged me too.”
The Sword allowed another small chuckle to leave is chest as discussion of Sah seemed only to deepen the crimson. Thoroughly amused with himself now, he utilized the air to start tangling vines left from the gourds into little pieces of pliant string, wiring them along. “Perhaps you should,” being incredibly unhelpful in his teasing. “It is always beneficial to find others that challenge you.” In many regards.
His brows furrowed at the next inquiry; manifestations and incantations continuing to bind the vines together, until they formed some longer plait; what he might’ve done to Zuriel’s mane or tail to get it out of the way before some upcoming upheaval. “Her willingness to give me, and others, a chance.” Hybrids – granted opportunities to still be in the grace of heralds (and even that notion made his nose wrinkle; because they weren’t any less than any other race – and he’d never been ashamed of what he was). “I went to many shrines and received either mocking, or no answer at all.” Perhaps it could’ve been worse, given the tendency for curses now, but in the heat of those moments, with his head bowed and begging, pleading, for some kind of absolution and naught to be found (again and again and again), the notions had still stung. Another sigh flickered too, and the truth that came after it; hollowed out by things broken apart. “Amalia encouraged me too.”
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
