DEIMOS
The Sword had long since grown used to aftermaths being painful, contemplative, and regretful moments. A span of time to glance back at actions, what had gone wrong, what hadn’t come to fruition, how they could be better – and this one had been strange. Swift and gone and done within a matter of minutes, when his expectations would’ve gleaned towards the opposite. Death, destruction, mistakes and multitudes of failures; and none of it had gone in such courses. Save for the Ascended who’d held the relic, the amulet, who’d gone and survived for however long, only to be accosted by their power.
And then Noah, to top it all off.
Not tired, not exhausted, not depleted by any means, Deimos walked in the bridges of silence. Success was measured amidst impassivity, uncertain what to do save for furrowing of his brows and meandering into the folds of darkness. Zuriel had given him more than a few haughty, mercurial looks, which meant he had some mending to do there – but the notions of whatever lay before them kept coiling in the back of his mind.
When they arrived at the inn, he snorted and offered a smile to Cordelia, simply because all their worries had been for naught – and opening his arms for Belial to fly into them as the peryton immediately made an ear-splitting screech. “Thank you for taking care of them,” he nodded to her in turn, before addressing the sentiments of why they were all here now. “We presumed it was for good reason.”
And then Noah, to top it all off.
Not tired, not exhausted, not depleted by any means, Deimos walked in the bridges of silence. Success was measured amidst impassivity, uncertain what to do save for furrowing of his brows and meandering into the folds of darkness. Zuriel had given him more than a few haughty, mercurial looks, which meant he had some mending to do there – but the notions of whatever lay before them kept coiling in the back of his mind.
When they arrived at the inn, he snorted and offered a smile to Cordelia, simply because all their worries had been for naught – and opening his arms for Belial to fly into them as the peryton immediately made an ear-splitting screech. “Thank you for taking care of them,” he nodded to her in turn, before addressing the sentiments of why they were all here now. “We presumed it was for good reason.”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
