i wonder which will get you killed faster - your loyalty
Moving ahead, person by person, the line began to dwindle in front of them, until there were a scarce few left. But the time was easy to pass while catching up on adventures, distinctions, and relationships he hadn’t been aware of. Between tending to his own with Evie, Deimos could hardly keep up with Ru’s stream of conquests and Kiada’s sudden, surprising interest in Harper. Or that there’d been anything like that in the past.
Brows furrowing at the mention of the mud monster incident, for there’d been a strand of perils immersed within for multitudes of them, he waylaid and bypassed the angst and melancholy for the intrigue. Dancing and then none, promises made, stories told, Deimos’ eyes widened further, not realizing Kiada had spilled so much information about the worlds before. “I see,” still a little baffled and perplexed, loosening a sigh and breath held. “There does seem to be a lot of…drama.” Perhaps the best way to describe it, though the Sword knew little about too many motions – other than Maeve disappearing after her child, and Harper’s subsequent rise to sovereignty in Torchline.
He paused for a moment, deliberating in his share of machinations, and with their opportunity to order, it gave him ample chances to mull and muse. Placing his request, he stepped off to the side, waiting for the meal to be cooked and finished, before proceeding. “And you are grateful for his friendship as well?” Or something else altogether?
Brows furrowing at the mention of the mud monster incident, for there’d been a strand of perils immersed within for multitudes of them, he waylaid and bypassed the angst and melancholy for the intrigue. Dancing and then none, promises made, stories told, Deimos’ eyes widened further, not realizing Kiada had spilled so much information about the worlds before. “I see,” still a little baffled and perplexed, loosening a sigh and breath held. “There does seem to be a lot of…drama.” Perhaps the best way to describe it, though the Sword knew little about too many motions – other than Maeve disappearing after her child, and Harper’s subsequent rise to sovereignty in Torchline.
He paused for a moment, deliberating in his share of machinations, and with their opportunity to order, it gave him ample chances to mull and muse. Placing his request, he stepped off to the side, waiting for the meal to be cooked and finished, before proceeding. “And you are grateful for his friendship as well?” Or something else altogether?
or your stubbornness?
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