Deimos
A nod of affirmation towards wings and soaring depths followed through, but it seemed neither of them were ready to hasten off in those regards. A far more simplistic stroll, with eyes peeled and flickering over each upraised root or massive timber, accompanied the notions of catching up before any other course of action.
He rolled his eyes at the sniff and smile. “Of course not,” in seditious agreement, with all the brotherly and juvenile undertones. They didn’t have the mud over by the Fangs’ springs, which he’d gone to great lengths to throw at both Evie and Ru respectfully. “It is always good to have options.” Like avoiding the perfumed oils entirely.
News of the Academy’s reaches and easygoing ventures rather than rancor, bitterness, and unease didn’t truly surprise him – perhaps people were coming around, Halo was far more open about Abandoned anyway – and Zariah’s visions were a thing of the past. “Good.” Mages deserved it, regardless – to hold their heads proudly, to be unafraid of what lingered below the surface. Neither Valkyrie nor Sword had ever held those semblances of shame, and it was unfortunate that so many had before.
A snort and then laughter followed through on Alys’s arrival; content, for the most part, that she’d heeded his advice more than once. “I do not think we can adopt them all,” those lost, intrepid souls, “but can certainly try. I am glad she made the choice to grow though.” At the mention of liking her, his brow arched, pondering over the complexities in the statement, but not giving into it just yet.
He rolled his eyes at the sniff and smile. “Of course not,” in seditious agreement, with all the brotherly and juvenile undertones. They didn’t have the mud over by the Fangs’ springs, which he’d gone to great lengths to throw at both Evie and Ru respectfully. “It is always good to have options.” Like avoiding the perfumed oils entirely.
News of the Academy’s reaches and easygoing ventures rather than rancor, bitterness, and unease didn’t truly surprise him – perhaps people were coming around, Halo was far more open about Abandoned anyway – and Zariah’s visions were a thing of the past. “Good.” Mages deserved it, regardless – to hold their heads proudly, to be unafraid of what lingered below the surface. Neither Valkyrie nor Sword had ever held those semblances of shame, and it was unfortunate that so many had before.
A snort and then laughter followed through on Alys’s arrival; content, for the most part, that she’d heeded his advice more than once. “I do not think we can adopt them all,” those lost, intrepid souls, “but can certainly try. I am glad she made the choice to grow though.” At the mention of liking her, his brow arched, pondering over the complexities in the statement, but not giving into it just yet.
what does it mean to look upon a ruin
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
