DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
The sentiments turned solemn instead of grating, and somewhere in the moments he found himself blinking in the haze, piercing gaze yearning to suddenly stare out across the void and see something other than the enigmatic pieces. But nothing came other than mist and fog and the roar of the falls in the background, and he dipped his noble, feline head, glancing out along infinite nothingness below rocks, outcroppings, and embankments. He could feel the pauses, the drawn out chasm that defined and defied empty spaces, cracks, and crags. Before, he might have been accustomed to it; sketched and adorned and weighted in those gulfs, pits, and abysses. Nowadays, there were too many other things, and he couldn’t crawl, couldn’t hover, couldn’t serpentine his way into the vacuity.
The question took him out of the desolation, twisting his head upwards, back where it belonged. We took shelter in King’s End, and for a few snippets there’d been some solace, trying to regroup before Noah was pulled away, before currents took them to different places. Plots and machinations, calculations always working, no matter where they ended up. I apologized for my actions to Maeve, and she has allowed Ru and I back in. Which might have been a warning for the former sovereign and Arbiter, of the Valkyrie, of everything in between, but he couldn’t be too certain about Ru’s current need for vengeance. Not with the children. Our efforts were never against Torchline as a whole, but I understand how it was construed that way. Politics lacquered and stuck, when it’d all been very personal. The explanation hadn’t mattered to Morgan, and he’d been too cross, too angry, to go any further in pleading his case.
A long breath extended, and the rest of the ongoing saga whittled through. But I have been asked to re-establish the Monster Hunter’s Guild, and Maeve was given me permission to do so in Torchline. His eyes glanced over, attempting to gauge some sort of reaction, before flickering away.
Ru and peace were an interesting, alternating route. He almost laughed – muffling it under a snort. For now, I think she has. She had the twins, and her children have always given her a comfort. There’d always be an absence though – either from those lost before or lost presently. As for himself? Some portion softened and he did relent a chuckle. In some ways, I suppose. There is still much to do. But Deimos took more instances, more moments, to have repose – uncertain when it’d be available again. Curiosity compelled though, after the dust had seemingly settled. Mildew told me she found you in the swamps. Is that where you disappeared to? Hidden and tucked away – a respite in its own way, perhaps.
The question took him out of the desolation, twisting his head upwards, back where it belonged. We took shelter in King’s End, and for a few snippets there’d been some solace, trying to regroup before Noah was pulled away, before currents took them to different places. Plots and machinations, calculations always working, no matter where they ended up. I apologized for my actions to Maeve, and she has allowed Ru and I back in. Which might have been a warning for the former sovereign and Arbiter, of the Valkyrie, of everything in between, but he couldn’t be too certain about Ru’s current need for vengeance. Not with the children. Our efforts were never against Torchline as a whole, but I understand how it was construed that way. Politics lacquered and stuck, when it’d all been very personal. The explanation hadn’t mattered to Morgan, and he’d been too cross, too angry, to go any further in pleading his case.
A long breath extended, and the rest of the ongoing saga whittled through. But I have been asked to re-establish the Monster Hunter’s Guild, and Maeve was given me permission to do so in Torchline. His eyes glanced over, attempting to gauge some sort of reaction, before flickering away.
Ru and peace were an interesting, alternating route. He almost laughed – muffling it under a snort. For now, I think she has. She had the twins, and her children have always given her a comfort. There’d always be an absence though – either from those lost before or lost presently. As for himself? Some portion softened and he did relent a chuckle. In some ways, I suppose. There is still much to do. But Deimos took more instances, more moments, to have repose – uncertain when it’d be available again. Curiosity compelled though, after the dust had seemingly settled. Mildew told me she found you in the swamps. Is that where you disappeared to? Hidden and tucked away – a respite in its own way, perhaps.
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
